When I lived with my parents, my neighbours lad threatened me, telling me not to play music so loud. I was 13 at the time and he was 22.

Today, at the pub, I saw him looking at me and say something to his mates, laughing.

So, I thought, OK then, its all good, I won't worry about what he said. 

Well, I had a few more beers and I was getting worked up, thinking what had he said to his friends.

He went to the toilets alone, and I thought, fuck it, I'm going to follow him in. 

He was at the urinals pissing, as you do, and I stood right next to him and took a piss too.

I asked him if he remembered threatening me.

He said yeah, laughed and then walked to the basin to wash his hands. 

I finished taking a piss and walked up to him, asking him if he got a problem. he laughed and said no. I said, well I have, and smacked the cunt on the nose. He said what the fuck you doing? I replied with another punch to his face, he fell down and I put the boot in. 

I walked away telling him, you're not so big now, are you. 

I ran away lol'n, knowing he'll get his friends to hit me, cuz he's a pussy mother fucker.

Moral of the story is: was it worth it? No. Did I take great satisfaction in kicking his head in? Yes..