“I remember what Sid Vicious taught me about fighting: Do the worst thing you can think of first. Except I threatened the worst thing first, ‘If you want to take it outside, let’s take it outside,’ I said, putting the hardest, coldest look I could muster into my eyes. ‘And I’ll put this bottle in your face.’ I picked up an empty bottle of Heineken with such fluidity of movement you’d think I did this sort of thing every day.”
