I killed a guy in a bar fight.

I was a bouncer in DC for a while. I could never tell you the name of the bar. It's still there. Although it's very fancy now. When I worked there it was a real shit hole. <br><br>It was either 85 or 86 I can't really recall. I was 24. I had been a bouncer for a few years. At the time there were many bars with live music. For the most part I loved my job. I got to see a lot of bands I would otherwise never have seen. <br><br>Well one night we were closing up and I was sweeping the floor. Some asshole was hanging out by the front door. He says "I don't care if you are closing I want a fucking beer." I told him fine, I was going in the back to tell the bartender to make him a beer. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. I turned around and decked him. He fell to the ground. I grabbed him and dragged him outside and down the steps to the sidewalk. As I threw him out the door I yelled at the top of my lungs "Get the fuck out of my bar." <br><br>He fell on his head on the cement and died. Brain bleed. Nothing they could do. <br><br>The police came and talked to me. Took me to the station. Nothing happened. The dude had no ID on him and no one came to claim the body. He was buried in a paupers grave.<br><br>I never felt bad. Never felt good. It just was what it was.<br><br>Edit: I'm overwhelmed by the kind words and awards. I really appreciate it. I'm glad I could tell this story, even if I'm not comfortable with the praise.