After I had walked into a rather crowded bar, sat down at the counter and begun drinking some beer, I suddenly noticed many of the patrons were walking out the front door. I asked what was happening and someone said there was going to be a fight. So I likewise walked out the front door, and once outside, discovered that indeed, a fight was taking place. But it didn't seem very violent and a policeman was even watching it.

For some reason I began having an argument with a girl standing here and we began pushing each other around. Another fellow standing to my left began bothering me, and mouthing off to me. So I turned around and without warning, punched him as hard as I could in the nose. When I pulled my fist back, I was afraid I had hit him so hard I might have broken his nose. He stood dazed for a moment, and it became obvious he was going to retaliate.

We proceeded to have a bloody battle, fighting and fighting. Finally I began winning, pounding him until I had finally beat him into a pulp. I bashed him so hard that he finally seemed like nothing more than a small bush which consisted basically of only one very light branch only about a meter long. I picked him up, carried him to some other bushes and planted him near them by sticking him down into the ground. I was feeling rather bad, because I was afraid I might have actually killed him and that I might be in a lot of trouble for it.

When I walked away, the people began leaving and going into a different building. So I also walked into the different building. Once inside, I began feeling for my eyeglasses, which were in my top left shirt pocket. I could feel that the frames had been broken. I thought, "Well if that was the worst thing that happened, it wasn't that bad. I could have that replaced."

I asked a fellow how I looked and he said I didn't look too bad. But I knew I had been beaten fairly badly outside. I noticed a large mirror in the room, walked over to it and looked at myself. Indeed, I didn't look that bad. My long blond hair was ruffled up. I took a comb from my back pocket and combed my hair out. That made my hair look wet. I realized my hair had looked better before I had even combed it.