Today is like Christmas! Why? Dave Mustaine's book came out yesterday. How have you not rushed to your bookstore to pick up a copy? Noisecreep posted an excerpt from the book, and if this won't convince you, I don't know what will. Here is a little tale of Mustaine standing up for his little Danish friend:
"There was, for example, the time we were all at a party, and in walked the guys from a band known as Armored Saint. As sometimes happens in these situations, harmless verbal jousting gave way to nasty, personal insults, paving the way for a physical confrontation. They targeted Lars, probably because he was the smallest. I don't remember exactly how it began; I do remember jumping off my chair and telling them to leave my friend alone. They laughed at me, much as they had been laughing at Lars, which was not a good idea. Lars may not have been a fighter, but I was. I had training and expertise. More important, I didn't give a shit.
"As the guys from Armored Saint dog-piled on top of Lars, I ran across the room and applied a side kick to the first person in my path. His name was Phil Sandoval, and he was the band's lead guitarist. The first thing I heard was a loud crack! Like the sound of a branch snapping in half. And then the sound of someone wailing as Phil fell to the floor and grabbed his lower leg.
"I'd broken his ankle."
Dave Mustaine is a dangerous weapon. Don't mess with him. I wonder if he was trained by his friends in the FBI and CIA.
