That SOB spat on me in a concert at the Fillmore. I hit him with a beer bottle. I woke up out on the street well beat. The Hell's Angels used to do security for him. I had lots of drugs so pain was never an issue but it was really hard to hitch a ride home looking bloody and tore up. I never sat up front in a concert after that.
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