True enough. Also goes to show that nothing good ever comes from being in the parking lot of a “club” after midnight.
Thirty some years ago I left a saloon around 0030 just off Fort Meade. A Marine with whom I’d had some words inside accosted me and caught me square in the mouth with a Zippo in his fist. Several other Marines tried to clean me up and took me to the ER at the Kimbrough Army Hospital. You’re correct: nothing good ever comes from being in the parking lot of “club” after midnight.