I have had a number of incidents. One that comes to mind was in March of 1996 when I was 37 years old. I was walking home with an armful of groceries one night, when three members of the Vineland Boiz gang confronted me and demanded, "Gimme yo money, muthafucka!" I said, "Fuck you," right back, as I had no money and I tend to get resistive when someone tries to rob me. Quicker than you can imagine, the leader of the group pulls out a metal baseball bat, and with a full-strength swing, smashes most of my face WIDE OPEN. Yes, the front of my skull at the bridge of my nose and cheekbones was completely visible. Somehow, I stayed conscious, and as I hit the ground on my back, the little fucker runs up with the bat raised to club my head in. Before he could, however, I jumped to my feet. He was, needless to say, rather stunned at that, and as I blew out a breath through my now-flattened nasal area, a sizable spray of blood flew out as well. When I saw that, I just turned into Hannibal Lecter. I lowered my chin, gave him this evil leer, and took a step toward him saying, "You little son of a bitch!" (I've had a lot of acting training, so I know how to look pretty scary, kinda like the organ player in the Haunted Mansion) and he swung at my head again. This time I ducked the swing, and danced back to grab the bottle of Chardonnay I had in my bag of groceries. I was gonna make a marinade for my pepper steak with it. I grabbed the bottle and threw it at his head. He ducked to the side, the bottle missed by about a foot, but that, along with my willingness (and ability) to fight demoralized him enough that he ran off with his homies. When the LAPD cops got there, they treated me like I was the bad guy, and told me that if I'd succeeded in hitting the guy with that bottle, they would have gladly arrested ME on attempted murder charges, even though I was asaulted with a deadly weapon during the course of a robbery. Fuckers.
Another time, I was with a girlfriend coming out of the Beef Bowl restaurant in Glendale one night in December of 1984 when I was about 26 years old, and this drunk Mexican comes up and presses his body against me like he's trying to cop a feel. I tell him to get lost, and without any further ado, he roundhouse punches me right in the face. Well, we started brawling, and because he was drunk, my best shots had little immediate effect. It went on for about 5 minutes until the cops arrived and broke us up, and again, the cops were belligerent as hell with me, mostly because my girlfriend was Black. She even tried to tell them that I was only defending myself, and I swear to God, one of the cops actually said to her, "Shut up, nigger!" They went on to tell me that if I wanted to press charges, that I would have to spend the night in jail for assault! I chose not to press charges.
Well, I had a sore back the next day, but I'm proud to say that with two hard left jabs I broke the guy's front teeth, nose, and both cheekbones. I also called the Glendale PD's watch commander that very evening and reported those two cops, telling him exactly what was said.
Most recently, in 1997, I arrived home one night to a little house I was renting in Hollywood to find some strange man trying alternately to climb my front gate and tear it down when he couldn't climb it. Well, I told him to get off my property, and he yells, "Fuck you, this is my house NOW!" Since I knew it wasn't, I simply grabbed him by the shirt front and smashed him in the face with a hard right. I kept this up, driving him up the sidewalk toward Santa Monica Blvd, step by step, punching about every two steps. He was about 4 inches taller than me, about the same weight and age. He was definately intoxicated with something. Finally after about the fifth blow, he broke free and ran away, and I went back inside my house.
I was also shot once in Pasadena in a drive-by shooting in broad daylight by some gang kids on Orange Grove. They were driving repeatedly around the block shooting at people, and another guy got hit also. Luckily, the bullet only hit my hand, and the other guy was only grazed as well.
Some of the worst violence I have suffered was at the hands of my step-father, an ex-L.A. County Sheriff who was very vicious when drunk, which was almost every night. One night when I was 15, he knocked me to the ground and stomped on my head until he broke my skull open. He also manually broke my mother's neck one night, and although she survived, she never recovered her health after that.
So, I guess it's been a bit of a violent life for me.