'Is that an Aerosmith t-shirt?' Sneered the passenger across from me.
His tone was disparaging, his face too.
'Yes it is.' I replied.
The train lurched over uneven track. The passenger across pondered for a moment.
'Better with Motorhead.' He said, pulling his jacket open to emphasise his favoured band's mastery over mine.
'I've got a knife.' I stated matter of factly. Dipping my hand inside my inner pocket and twisting it so he could see the hilt.
He was quiet after that.