Awesome. I was knocked out at a gig after downing a bottle of Mezcal before we went out. I blame the worm for not being able to adequately defend myself. All I remember is getting knocked down and seeing some ugly bloke standing over me menacingly and kicking me in the ribs. Inebriated logic insisted I get up and set about righting the unjust universe only to have my lights knocked out after a very brief, drunken, flailing scuffle, quickly ended by a beautiful clean blow - according to my (cowardly) companions. Next thing I know I'm in the manager's office with a bottle of smelling salts under my nostrils surrounded with the rest of my friends. The promoter was there too and after a brief chat we were led out. I don't remember anything else about the trip home. Had a lovely shiner for about a week after though and I couldn't chew solid food for a similar amount of time.