In my younger days going out - one thing I noticed was that if you were perceived to be on your own, it wouldn’t be lost on those with malicious intent, and they might’ve spied you for some time without you realising it. It’s not uncommon. I’d lost my 10 x more inebriated mate, so I grabbed the last available dime table in a cocktail lounge of a club. On the prowl, ha! As the place swelled, a random dude asked if I minded him sitting in one of the other vacant seats. Sure I said, and he seemed normal enough and we just had the normal chit chat. Then he had a mate arrive shortly thereafter who he asked if it was okay to sit with us also. I said sure, again. All still normal but THEN, after about 1/2 hour, they tell me aggressively to leave “their” table. WTF? I put them straight and they began to escalate, trying to talk tough. I began to rise out of my chair to ready myself but one of them pushed me hard as I was half way up, off balance and I went backward in my seat to the ground. Unhurt except for pride. I got up to start swinging but then felt the impact of hard punch to my right temple - his mate had blindsided me - I went to throw at said mate but got held back by intervening patrons. Others testified to security as to who started it - the other two bozos were kicked out and I got to stay……but another feature to such things is keeping your eye out when you leave the club - there are psychopaths who will lay in wait outside to try and exact their revenge. On this occasion, no one to be seen. It’s funny when you’ve had a few “ales” - you know you’ve been hit and you know it was hard - but there is little or no pain….until the next day of course. LOL. So, in some cases, alcohol might give you the chin of Tex Cobb but unfortunately it will also reduce you to the same skill set. I’ve spoken to a few street wise scrappers. One told me how they would quickly assess their environment - and it’s ever changing in the “street” with different perils and advantages from one scene location to another. Punch ups in rest rooms can be particularly nasty for obvious reasons. One of the more brutal “tricks” I was told of - encasing your car keys inside a clenched fist with a single key end protruding between the folded fingers - good lord, imagine copping that? Funny to reflect on our “bullet proof” youths and then think, gee, I’m lucky to still be here - no wonder Mum and Dad were having kittens! You have your own kids later and the karmic wheels then turn……..that’s the most real fear, concern for the well being of your own children….who “strangely” take after your own good, former self.