That's pretty sweet. I always liked the story about when he bashed in a skinhead's skull in with a mic stand while he was tripping on mushrooms in '95.
selfless name drop: I lived with Dr. Know's son in college, I got to speak to Dr. Know quite a few times, he was a pretty cool guy, but I heard plenty of stories about other band members and parties from his son who liked to come home all fucked up (he liked making strange concoctions of pills) and would stay up really late using my xbox (with a copy of Madden he bought) with the volume up until 6 or 7 in the morning oblivious to the world. He also had a stack of fake ids about a foot high.