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- When was the last time you hit someone?
- My last real physical fight was with Patrick, our singer, on the road, years ago. I strangled him against our van. I had been up forever and was totally out of my head and he said something about me being crazy or something. I have a short fuse, but it doesn’t work out, ’cause I’m, like, four-foot-seven...
(Pete Wentz in Blender magazine, March 2007)
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“What the fuck? Watch it,” he hisses, gloved hand going to protect his ribs, and looks up to find Jonny staring at him, eyebrow raised. As if Patrick was the one who crashed into him.
He’s not even sure why the guy is here. It sure as hell isn’t to train. He’s wearing a suit that makes him look like a Wall Street douche, which for all Patrick knows he is.
Patrick's a natural and Jonny's been training for as long as he's been breathing. They don't see eye to eye.
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“Fuck,” Jonny groans. He props his elbows up on his desk and lets his head fall into his hands. It’s going to be a long fucking year.
(or, in which Jonathan Toews is Patrick Kane's teacher, and shit gets real.)
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“It’s your job to be awesome!” Jonny shoots back. “Fuck, you’re shameless.”
Patrick chuckles, delighted. “I’ll certainly fuck you shameless.”
Patrick has gotten used to getting it exactly the way he wants, when he wants. Jonny's got something to say about that.
