So there’s this story floating about a fight at the local dive next to my APT here in SoHo – Mi’Lady’s. Its the only real dive in SoHo and I’m sure the aristocracy wonder why it still lingers in “their” nice area of town. Alas, the story in the rags is that Johnny roughed up a “frat-boy” for caressing with a rose, the cheek of his side-dish Kate Moss (oh I mean very, very, very, very close friend – Johnny is conveniently married to Melanie). The fiction continues with how Johnny stepped up, in typical Lancelot fashion, to save said princes Kate from the thorns and creepy-guy’s scrutiny and in the process picked up the Greek rosaphiliac and dropped him on his head. Then the Dukes star proceeded to break out hell when glass bottles go breaking in mid air and blood is spewed… or something to that effect…
Well being so close in the neighbor hood and that the place is much better than most of the pretentious cocktail establishments in this area, I heard some proper gossip. Apparently this story is yet another case of the PR manager of said Hollywood star, using the incident for publicity and dressing it up proper for a more Jackass biased story.
The guy “messing” with Kate Moss was actually one of the guys that makes his rounds of the local establishments to sell flowers. He offered the flower to Moss and after being dissed by Knoxville, turned to offer the flowers to Johnny. Drunk Johnny got a little verbally abusive as we all like to see the Jackass star do. 
Then up steps a few fellow Mexicans just off their dishwashing shift at a local restaurant to confront Johnny about his fellow man. From the state that Johnny was in and the reported size of the Mexicans, the local word is, Johnny was out numbered and out matched. Words, finger pointing, and some hand to hand contact ensued… a bottle fell off the table and the bar manager stepped in to “save Knoxville from getting his ass kicked”.
If not being the one offering a flower means not “create[ing] the problem” then yeah Johnny wasn’t the culprit here, but one thing is sure, Johnny is still a JackAss… So that being said, the gossip account in the rags is fluffed for our pleasure, although the real life account sounds more readable.
Great bar Frank, we’ll be back and line up Jack n Cokes for the next round!