Pat is one of the most extreme examples of a phenomenon I've noticed amongst male authors, where they confuse 'having imagined a lot of fight scenes and cool insults' with 'being a real tough guy'. They always talk about 'real fights' they've had exactly like fights go in shitty books, rather than how fights go in real life.
I'd never call myself a tough guy, but I grew up in a bad neighborhood and have been in fights that I won and fights that I lost. The universal theme between all of them was they were ultimately awkward and kind of embarrassing, cause they always start off as stupid bickering and then (unless you're gonna murder the other guy) end in stupid bickering, except now your body and clothes are kinda fucked up and disheveled to a lesser or greater extent. Even if you win there's not really a point where the other guy admits you're actually cool and badass except to get you to stop twisting their arm. Then the second they're out of reach it's back to whatever crap started the fight.
Like you might have stupid 'fights' with your friends where an argument escalates into physicality and you both blow off steam, those can have good outcomes, but I'd not consider them a real fight.
The only reason I mention any of this is to highlight the contrast between how Pat talks about his tough guy life and the shallow peripheries of the world of toughness I have experienced. He's not even a good liar, like if you want to lie about being tough at least read some stuff by actual dangerous people and then copy that. Don't just write out scenes from Road House and say they happened to you when you have the shape and zestiness levels of a fucking tangerine.