Back in my HS days, one of my best friends was a magnets for fights. Half of the time he asked for it, the other half he didn't, but something in his DNA attracted it from others. Testosterone, pheromones, I don't know what it was. Two of the worst times was taking a punch pulling him out of confrontations. The best/worst was when, somehow, he picked a fight with the drummer of some low-rate band at a bar we went to with fake IDs & his older brother. They were taking a break from a set and my friend voiced what his thought were of the band. They were not good, but for some reason those in the bar sided with the drummer quickly and the next thing I knew I felt like I was in a fight with Winger & 50 of their most loyal fans. My friend came out unscathed but somehow I took a shot above my eye and one to the side of my jaw (that one hurt the longest).