Ég spurði þann sem bjó til síðuna www.jamesmarsters.com og þessu svaraði hann mér: “He was being mugged. ;D He was working at the Hard Rock New York at that time, and was going home to his apartment (I think it was in Queens… or the Bronx… anyway, I really bad section of one of those areas) when some guy stepped out and demanded his money. Pretty foolishly, James told him to fuck off, and the guy started beating him. Then the guy's friends joined in, with brass knuckles, and that's where the...