Last time I showed y'all a little excerpt from Max Cavalera's autobiography My Bloody Roots: From Sepultura to Soulfly and Beyond (that you can pick up here), he was talking about being informed of times he was drunk and drugged that he doesn't remember. Now we're on to getting drunk and fighting people, but remembering that he was drunk and fighting people alongside a small dude that apparently could beat the hell out of anyone. This book is something I'm near positive I need to own at this point.
"I was having fun with drinking, I never saw it as a problem. Some of the most fun shit I ever did was while I was drunk. I had a drinking partner, this guy called Maurinho: he was my best friend. I'd heard people say that he could beat up 10 people and that he was a total fucking psycho. I was 16 when I met him, right at the beginning of the band.
"This guy loved everything about Sepultura and encouraged me all the time, saying 'You're gonna make it. I know you're gonna be a huge star one day, man. I fucking know it. Just keep doing what you're doing.' We used to go out and get fucked up all the time. We'd get into huge fights, too. He was a little guy, but he knew karate and tai kwon do and other martial arts, and he could fuck people up. He'd destroy huge guys: it was fun to be part of that.
"I was a good fighter too, when I got drunk: I was fucking nuts. There was one time when we were in a bar and this guy was fucking with me. He kept calling me 'poser' and getting on my nerves, saying, 'You're a poser, man… you're a fucking poser… your music is fake.' I'm like, 'Motherfucker, you'd better stop or you'll get what's coming to you.' But he kept fucking with me, and finally I said, 'OK, that shit ends now. Let's go out to the front of the club. We're gonna throw down, right now.' I started beating the crap out of him and I grabbed a rock that was on the ground and destroyed his head with it. It opened right up, with blood gushing everywhere. My shoes were totally covered in his blood when I got home. I remember looking at my shoes and thinking, 'Shit. How is that guy still alive?' But he asked for it. I was just minding my own business and having a good time with my friends. My friend Maurinho had seen it happen and he told me afterwards, 'You took care of that one.' He didn't even need to step in."
Note to self: Don't start a fight with Max Cavalera.
