“—and then he offered me a beer!”

Punk yelled frustratedly as he paced back and forth on his tour bus, snarling angrily.

This had been going on for about forty seven minutes now, the poor guy working himself up more and more as he went on.

To put the story in perspective, one of Punk’s idols had offered him alcohol at an afterparty, an honest mistake if you do say so yourself.

But, fiercely loyal to the Straight Edge lifestyle that he claims he brought to fame, it offended Punk a helluva lot more than it would any other person.

“Can you believe it?! Now I see why they say never meet your heroes..”