The last time I saw Wino, it was in San Francisco and he was playing with Saint Vitus. While Dave Chandler played a guitar solo, Wino turned around and picked something up off some piece of equipment, stuck it into his pants and dove into the audience. When he passed by us--floating atop the sea of his aging, yet enthusiastic fanbase--my buddy noticed that the thing he had sticking out of the waist of his pants was a brown leather blackjack. He kinda half-heartedly grabbed at it and Wino smacked his hand away as he was carried off.
So after the set, Wino is wandering around in the audience, clearly fairly inebriated, and he approaches us. We all introduce ourselves and tell him the show was great, we'd all listened to him for years and years and it's good to see him touring so much again with his different projects, all the metal nerd stuff you'd expect, etc, etc...
So my friend says
"When you went by us on the crowd, I almost got your blackjack!"
"Yeah. ALMOST. Haw haw haw!" replies Wino.
So he wanders off for a few minutes, comes back and hands my buddy the blackjack. He then stares into my friend's eyes with his intense Hypnotoad stare and delivers a lengthy and emphatic speech about how it's only to be used in the most dire of circumstances and never frivolously. My friend, a man who is old enough to have gray hair, three children and a failed marriage, looks like a little kid meeting Santa for the first time. After he finishes his disclaimer, he hugs all of us and disappears into the night.
So that's my Wino story. I know, it's super tame... he didn't offer me a bump of meth off the blade of a Bowie knife or something, but it was still really cool and I can't think of a better souvenir to leave a show with than Wino's crowd-surfing blackjack.