I've never been successfully robbed, but someone "tired" to rob me once.

You see, this took place in a city called Lethbridge. I don't want to sound racist, because I'm not, but they have a little, uhh...drunk-Indians-beating-people-up. No offense to anyone, but these group of them almost beat my cousin to death for no reason just so they could have his case of beer. Anyways...here I was walking downtown and I had just came out of the bank machine space. These 2 native fellows were obviously watching me and approched me.

Them: Hey man, you got a smoke?
Me: No, sorry I don't smoke man.
Them: You wanna fight(in the distance)
Me: What?
Them: You wanna fight(right in my face)
Me: No...not really man, but thanks

The one guy turns me around quick and slammed me right in the lip. I stumbled back and they were yelling, "Give me your fuckin wallet honkey" over and over. I slip my hand in my right pocket where I slip on a nice, shiney pair of steel knuckles. I say, "Okay man, okay"....I hand him my wallet and as he was reaching out for it, I give him a nice head crack with them, just to let him know it's on. He backs up, I take off my shirt, go after the one fucker, hit him in the eyebrow, go to the next guy crack him in the nose, which exploded like a fuckin blood bomb. He goes down, in a huge daze, and his one buddy comes back for more. I take off the knuckles, kick him in the stomach, grab his head and knee him square in the face. I could have kept going but a cop broke us up. Both of their drunk asses got halued off to the drunk tank while I got to beat the shit out of 2 parasites, and get off scott free. Good times

A few years earlier I had been close to death after being beaten by 3, still unknown, people. Ever since then, I just kind of snapped and now when I lose it, I lose it hard. I like fighting though and I'll only use the knuckles when I am outnumbered. Other than that, get ready to fight!