Feather was throwing effective punches, really hurting Joe, never saw anyone ever get this many hits on Joe, and I thought, is this going to be Joe's first loss and defeat? They grappled with each other for 40 minutes as I looked at the old Budweiser clock on the wall, both gagging and gasping for air but no one dared to intervene, then Joe did a Mike Tyson out of nowhere, he bit a huge chunk off Feather’s ear, and Feather wailed out and started to bleed all over the dance floor, then Feather quit fighting and the fight broke up, which was called a draw even though before the cannibalism of the ear Feather was winning but no one took any score.
Feather walked into the bar the following week with a bandaid over his ear and drank a mug of beer like nothing ever happened, then Joe walked in, later on, smiled at everyone, and started to fry someone a Joe burger. This was the norm of this place, when you had a disagreement or a squabble with someone you picked up your pieces and moved on-bygones. No harsh or hard feelings toward anyone most of the time after any bar fight, just good ole boys having fun, rarely did any fight ever turn into a Hatfield and McCoy feud, you buried that hatchet deep into that scrabble and rumble and then forgot about it, way of the bar code, no one ever disliked anyone to the point that he wanted to kill another human being, beer flowed for reconciliation and error, you just moved on and nursed your loss or win with atonement. The Joe Code was the best, live and let’s drink.
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