americanpulp

And so on that cold night in Atlanta I walked outside the concert hall and came across the tour bus. There stood fifteen peopl huddled around the backdoor. All of a sudden, here comes Frank Black and Kim Deal walking by. They are literally three feet in front of me.

"Kim!" I yell. "Please sign my ticket for my sister!"

Kim, how was already surrounded by people holding Dolittle vinals took a step forward, looked up, smiled, and walked away.

How fucking cool was that? If only I had that damn camera.