He slashed me across my neck, clavicle, and chest with a switchblade and when I grabbed his arms to protect my face he still cut my face six more times. 96 stitches.
I was on my own. Just some kids in the bar and a female bartender so I just pushed his knife back into his throat while he kept trying to slash at my face, snapping his wrist in half in the process. I wasn't even trying to kill or do any of that. I was just scared shitless I was going to die defending a bar. Even worse was while I was trying to stop his bleeding he was still swinging at me. He was definitely on some uppers.
My guilt is that even though I was bigger and more experienced, I wasn't able to just solve the problem without any serious injuries. So I killed somebody.
With 9 witnesses, cameras, and one phone video, there was nothing criminal.
But I can't touch someones arms or hands without feeling like I'll snap their wrist in half backwards. It was sickening. Of course I quit the next day.
He was the ex boyfriend of another bartender who wasn't even there that day. I think he might have killed the bartender that was there though so I'm glad I was there.