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That's funny, I used to live in Louisiana. I would occasionally go out drinking with my friends, and not one time did I ever not see at least one bar fight. And it didn't matter what kind of bar or club it was, it always happened. It's just a core part of society down there.
One time I was at a bar in Lake Charles and I was watching the "Malice in the Palace" which was a big fight during an NBA game where some players went into the stands and were punching fans. The TV was muted but I could still hear the sounds of the fighting; eventually it dawned on me how strange this was and I turned around to see a huge fight going on in the bar behind me with guys being thrown into tables and whatnot like an episode of Bonanza.
Growing up in rural south Georgia, I knew folks that would proudly declare that they would rather fight than fuck.
Deep south, born and raised. I always preferred a rough bar. Sit in the back smoking a cigar or pipe, sipping bourbon, and watch the show.
They tore down my first home bar and put up a gas station, I mourn the loss. It was great: bikers shooting up in the bathroom, fights all the time, drug deals, meth head drama, bikers selling moonshine outside. Had a hooker OD and show up dead in the parking lot.
Met a former roommate and lover there, had to chase her out of my house with a shotgun. She and her boyfriend started smoking meth in my house. Last I heard she went back to Georgia and is doing better.
Sucks, sometimes, that I had to quit drinking.