Summer of 1992 was the last time I got into a physical fight. I was in a nightclub with three of my cousins in Syracuse NY.

I was coming out of the bathroom and one cousin was fighting, so the rest of us jumped in.

Not that it matters, but I never found out what they were fighting over.

It's very likely everyone involved had been drinking for a while.

We spent that night in jail. Around 8am the next day, they let us out.

We thought it was some kind of clerical mishapp.

So we quickly fled police station before they figured out someone made a mistake.

But in retrospect, I don't think it was a clerical error. It's very likely they through us in the clinker so we could so sober up and not cause anymore trouble for the night.

I haven't been to Syracuse since then.

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