watched my dad hit somebody in the head hard enough to crack this MF in two and the entire room gasped and went silent. my dad just told me at the time he was a "bad guy" and I never questioned it, I was like 5 or 6. never learned until years later that the creep was playing in my hair while we stood in line and my dad caught him but never said a word or got loud. just got active. he took the two pieces home, glued them together and used the ashtray for almost 20 years.