Yeah you do seem on edge about it. Re-reading SG's comment, I can't figure out where he implied that he might not have understood what happened.
Best I can figure without actually knowing anyone else involved, young punk must have been really widely hated, to the point where it reached critical mass of enough people feeling glad that someone finally snapped and beat his ass, that they don't feel too inclined to lift a finger to defend him. And young punk isn't canny enough to rally people with outrage of his own.
You may have actually drawn things down into a final drop from a crucible.
He could not do more than try to get other people to "rally" around him trying to smite me.
The witnesses (eight of which) called me the calm one. I stood there with my arms at my side while he was waving his all around me (I was watching intently) I was only brought to action after he tried to swing at my glasses.
I do think that almost every one there who witnessed (honest as they were) had to admit that they enjoyed seeing this punk ass punk get a shellacking for once. Five of them had gone to school with him. Another was another boss and I am not sure that I knew very well, but he told THE true story about the events. It matched all the other's accounts.
To be as candid as I possibly can, it was not until he took on a leadership role that his character came into question with the bunch of his piers that he was attempting to lead. He had been pissing people off for a living for about six months. His choice. His way to the fire. His choice to try to hit someone who has been hit many times in the past and is fucking tired of and will do all he can to prevent it from ever happening again.
His walking around with a sling on his arm did not make people think more of him. I seemed to have gathered a fan club, in fact. NOT my style though! I do not want to be celebrated in any way, least of all for hurting someone.
I will not even allow any discussions of the things I did that I am actually proud of. It is not my style. NOT in pewson. I will write and I will create rhyme and I will set myself toward fire and make my garden better because of my feats, but I will not talk about it with people I have to deal with on a daily basis. I will just ask if they remember and remind them that I do not want to, because, except for planting a unique figure of specific Genus' of plants which represent my surviving once again this year, I do not plan more.
I will dig and I will plant.
I feel I have "friends" here and I can express how I really need to learn more restraint. I feel comfortable to allow myself to show that I "need" here.
