Far from requiring a third party to do his murdering, John Perry Barlow had himself straight-up shot a handful of fuckers, in broad daylight no less, but each incident was reviewed by the magistrate on his visit to town and declared “a righteous killin’ of a man what needed killin’.” (“He needed killing” is still an acceptable plea in Wyoming courts.)
On a Ratdog tour in the Aughts, Bobby ran into Bret “The Hitman” Hart in the bar of the San Antonio Embassy Suites. Bobby mistook Hart for Jimmy Snuka; luckily, Hart had also been washing down opiates with ethanol and thought he was talking to Neil Young. Everyone enjoyed themselves, but not much got accomplished.
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