Into the Void: From Birth to Black Sabbath—And Beyond

by Geezer Butler

When Cactus came offstage, one of their members marched into our dressing room and accused us of stealing his drugs, while pointing his finger at Tony. Big mistake. The more irate this bloke got, the more Tony seethed. I was thinking, Oh dear, poor little Cactus man . . . And in the end, Tony hit this bloke so hard that he crashed through the dressing room wall. It was like something out of a Laurel and Hardy film.