Sure, but I still thought it was funny. The guy was rock hard when he asked me about my eye and I told him I was seventeen. Ran off. Cold feet, can you believe it? In the bathroom.

[He widens his eyes, rolls them and shakes his head. Men these days.

And yes, he still thinks John totally wants to hear these stories. Either that or he just loves the sound of his own voice.]

Your punch cost me a lay, Johnny. You're gonna have to pay for that.