One stab, two stab, ah ah ah. It’s not that glorious. I got between two guys to stop one from using a cue stick and the other from using the bottle he just broke. Long story short, I got stabbed in my left face/neck/ear with the broken bottle and chopped on the right side head/neck with the cue stick. Both repeatedly. My buddy saved me, he got behind the cue stick guy and took it from him and then gave out a solid beating on my assailant. The bottle stabbing guy who tore up my face and left my ear/cheek hanging open was very apologetic and kept wanting to explain that he mistook my intentions. I got lucky because there was a good plastics guy in the ED that night who took an interest in helping me. I have far worse stories if that’s what we are going for, but none of that means anything to anyone at all unless you know me or were there when it happened. I got beat up and stabbed trying to break up a fight... super cool huh? I cant even feel part of my left cheek/ear/face because of it after thirty years later, even cooler huh? Shall I regale you with more tales of my dumbassery?