Sometimes, when things are going badly, you get angry and do something stupid – you know it's dumb, but you just do it anyway.
The thugs thought it'd be funny, while they were holding me down and hammering on me, to force my mouth open and pour in a shot of raw whiskey. That stuff really burns, y'know? Especially on a split lip.
When I spat it out – Harry taught me to spit like that – I nailed one, bang in the eye.
The punch I got in payment was the one that put the lights out, but it was worth it.