Sly Stallone sure looks to be intrigued by something. Or amused. Possibly angry. Maybe thoughtful. Yes, definitely thoughtful. And his thoughts probably revolve around this question: Why did I let Dr. Mengele perform plastic surgery on me.
Sly, I luvs ya and all, but the next time you decide to have someone carve you up to make you look like a jacked-up Avon sales-woman, think to yourself what Rambo would say. And what would Rambo say?
We were in this bar in Saigon and this kid comes up, this kid carrying a shoe-shine box. And he says “Shine, please, shine!” I said no. He kept askin’, yeah, and Joey said “Yeah.” And I went to get a couple of beers, and the box was wired, and he opened up the box, fucking blew his body all over the place. And he’s laying there, he’s fucking screaming.
Sure, that quote in context means nothing to this story, but it does give you an idea what Stallone was like when he was cool, not when he was trying to look like his moms gynecologist.