The 59th Street Bridge, NY, NY
I dont know that it HAS an address, but one night, in a post-Madison Garden fight night drunkeness, I was in a limo heading out of the city to Long Island to pick up my car and drive BACK into the city. I guess I figured the limo ride would sober me up...boy did it!

My Boss at the time was a Ray Liotta/Goodfella wannabe and he was riding in the first limo. In my drunken state, I got into the second limo, but rode up front with the driver. Dont ask why, I have no excuse...other than I was absolutely pissed.

After ANYthing lets out at The Garden, the traffic is INSANE and we are jumbled in that traffic and I notice my Boss, the Ray Liotta wannabe is out of the limo screaming at someone in another car. Being the loyal employee, I jump out ('fall out' is probably the more appropriate term) of the limo and go to back him up.

At that three of the largest people I have ever seen got out of this sub-compact car and started moving menacingly towards my Boss and I. I am in a suit and tie and decide: put your hands in your pockets to be as non-threatening as possible because, frankly, I can fight, but not THAT night.

The largest of the three begins asking "Whose da tough guy?! HUH?! Whose da tough guy?!" I shrug my shoulders in one of those "not me" kind of ways and he hauls off and NAILS me right on my lower jaw.

My left front lower canine tooth neatly pierced my lower lip.

About 4 seconds later I realized I had just been hit.

This was not the stupid or dumb bit.

The dumb bit was after one of my co-workers forcibly dragged me back to the limo, I saw that the shouting wasnt over and broke free, only to return and get hit by the same guy, but this time, right on the cheek.

From that point on, I let the Ray Liotta wannabe punk fight his own fights and watched from a safe distance.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Fri 28 Dec 2007, 6:05, Reply)