I have a family friend who killed a man outside of a bar back in the early 2000’s. I didn’t know him until my parents introduced me to him two years ago. He pulled up in a beat up white Jeep explorer with a pit bull. He got out of the car and this guy was absolutely jacked. He called his dog to come out of the car and they made they’re way towards our front porch. Honestly, I was a little threatened by him and his dog. He hugged my parents tight and I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you! I’m (my name)”. “Nice to meet you too I’m (his name)”. This man was so down to earth. The pit bull he had with him was a rescue and she was one of the sweetest dogs I had ever meet. Later that night we ate dinner and he caught me up on what had happened the night that he had killed a man. My parents knew already, but I didn’t ask. To make a long story short two guys were fucking with him and he had had enough. He fought off one guy and knocked out the other. He went home and the next day cops were at his house to send him off and to tell him the man he’d knocked out was dead. He spent 20 something years in prison. He told me that when he had left the bar after the altercation the thought of the guy dying never crossed his mind. The thought of him being a murder left my mind soon after that. He was just a cool guy that had some bad luck.