As I took the side alley into the venue for Headstones shooting (past hundreds of sweaty drunk people shoved in) I looked up from the front of the stage into the crowd, mostly male and mostly waving cans of beer. One guy said something crude to me which a HUGE security guy with a bizarre hairdo overheard and this is what he said:
"I'll tell everyone that he pulled a knife on you if you want to hit him."
Despite the fact that I'm 5'6", a woman, and was carrying 50 pounds of equipment, I have to admit for a brief moment I thought about what damage his head would sustain if I met a corner of it with my heavy F5. Although I had carte blanche to do so (the security guy told his colleagues to forgive me in case shit went down), I didn't hit Mr. Tipsy.