Only time I ever got the shit kicked out of me it was a situation just like that. I squared up, dropped the dude, he reached up and grabbed my shirt to pull himself up and I fell on top of him. I hit him twice in the face, then heard feet running quickly towards me and thought "oh shit". His buddy kicked me in the fucking face and his other buddy stomped me in my back a few times. I stood up with his buddy, and was trying to run him out into the street/traffic and only got as far as the shrubs and dropped him there. We talked shit for a few minutes and then they left, and I left. I was drunk, and the next morning when I woke up, I looked at my nose and was like "fuck, I got got". After that, I always try to walk away. Shit was embarrassing to go to work like that on Monday. Good thing was, he didn't kick me hard enough to make it that bad. I had black eyes on Monday-Thursday and by Friday it was completely gone. It really did a number on my pride though. That's the last time I ever thought about going one on more than one. It's too hard.
