Fight club, sort of

Date: 4/22/2020

I was walking down the street, minding my own business. First some woman asked me if I had 50 peanuts to sell. I said no, and kept on walking. Then this angry looking guy walks up to me. I said, “I don’t have any peanuts”. He didn’t say a word, but he took a swing at me. That started a fight, which was evenly matched, but I eventually won. After I put his lights out, I called the police. They came and picked up this guy, and me. At the station, taking my report, the officer showed me a pocket notebook. It had a record of every fight the person had been in, and a result. Punches thrown and connected; ratios; W/L; etc. Then I woke up.