I got thrown out of a bar in New York City. Now when I say I got thrown out of a bar, I don't mean someone asked me to leave, and we walked to the door together, and I said, Bye, everybody, I gotta go. Six bouncers hurled my ass out of a nightclub like I was a Frisbee. Those big ol' New York bouncers who thinks bouncing's a cool job. They just talk about bouncing. They get together with other bouncers and talk about bouncing. They go home and watch Roadhouse and beat off. [mentally deficient voice] Patrick Swayze's hittin' another guy! [laughs stupidly] for wearing a hat. I walk in a bar with a hat on; this guy, real pissy, goes Take off the hat! [proceeds to mock-flex, looking much like a gorilla] I'm like, What's the deal? I'll tell you what the deal is- faggots in this area wear hats and we're trying to keep 'em out of our club. I was like, Oh really? The only way we can tell down in Texas is if they have a haircut like...yours. And he got all pissed. Anyway, I took off the hat, and he walked away. About an hour later, I was drinking and I forgot. You ever forget? It happened to me. I put the hat back on, now, I'm between 6'1 and 6'6, depending on which convenience store I'm leaving, and I weigh about 235 lbs, and this guy is pokin' me on the shoulder with two fingers. He said, That's it, you're outta here! I said, I don't think so, Scooter. And I was wrong. They hurled me out of that night club, and then they decided to square off with me in the parking lot. But I backed down 'cause I didn't know how many of them it was going to take to whip my ass, but I knew how many they were going to use. That's a handy piece of information to have, right there; overkill.