And, sadly, did not avail myself of the opportunity.
(It's a long story -- get me drunk some time and I'll tell you about it.)
In any case, Tommy immediately one-upped me thusly (and I'm paraphrasing, so forgive me):
"Steve -- sometime in the early 90s I was in a Texas music store when a locally notorious asshole named Vernon Howell came into the store. And proceeded to plug his guitar into a Marshall stack turned to 11, and play loudly and badly. REALLY badly; he emptied the store. I considered killing him on the spot, but didn't. Which I have regretted ever since, since I probably would have gotten off in a couple of years."That was better than my story, but in any case, I hadn't heard of the aforementioned Vernon Howell. A Google search turned up this, however..
...and I think we can all agree that the guy's music is heinous enough to have made it worthwhile for somebody to off him before his career took off.
But when I mentioned this to Tommy I got the following quite mind-blowing reply (again, I paraphrase):
"Wrong Vernon Howell. The one I saw later changed his name to David Koresh. And like I said, had I killed him, I probably would have gotten off in a few years, but all those people would still be alive."
Words, as they often do, fail me, but in this case big time.