I've recived lots of death threats, but I'm still alive.
The most recent one was when three guys took me around a corner and flashed a big knife, just beacause I pushed one of them down some stairs after he tried to punch a friend of mine. To cut the story short, I was piss drunk (and a bit strung up on coke) so I told them to stab me, but if they did they better do a jolly good job or I would come back. In other words, I did what I should not do. However, I I'm pretty good at looking scary, and they seemed and acted like cowards, so I did not want to budge in to them.
There was one time when I was beaten so badly that the doctor said I was lucky to escape without any major injury. They threatened to kill me before they started, and I did not take them seriously enough
The moral is, DDA is right.
I'm not a aggressive type and never start trouble. It's just that damned alcohol that makes me not tolerate anything