It got to the point I couldnt take the trash talk and was as bad as them about wanting to fight.I just new it was a matter of time before I got jumped by some jackasses or stabbed while walking through the club.My buddy had a guy on roids and coke that had a reputation and a gun(nothing to loose and just waiting for jail)stand up to him,he got him to leave but I started thinking I would have probably took it to the next level and got shot.That told me it was time to settle down to a normal life.Those were the days,fun but to close to the edge.I had to throw a guy out with a knife but that was easy compared to knowing the other guy can stand away and lay your insides on the floor.