last place I would be going.I was in this redneck dump called the wooden nickel on the state line between TN and KY.
Some washer was getting his butt handed to him in pool and lost his payday and decided to take it out on me, who can't even play pool and wasn't even in the game! this was a BIG guy, and I'm 6'4"!
he'd already tenderized me and grabbed me up in a bear hug and was going to ram me into a wall full of junk, so I did the only thing I could and clamped down on his ear! When I hit the wall "CHOMP!" there wasn't no sewing that back on! He dropped me and stood there with his lip quivering and said:
"You bit my ear off...Oh, mamma is going to be so mad!" I didn't wait to hear the rest of whatever he was going to say, I grabbed up some kind of jug or a lamp and beat him in the head until it broke and split!
I should have taken the hint the first time I was in there, I saw a guy get his face bounced off a table like a basketball, the second time there was a stabbing, and that was the last time I ever went in that place, it attracted a strange crowd whose idea of fun was jumping their trucks over 6 packs, seeing how much weight they could lift with their "things" and telling stories about things that "die funny."
I dont like people at the best of times, give me animals any day.