The Rockstar Cometh

It was one night at Gannon's, many months ago...the three of us were celebrating Tiny A's birthday. We imbibed our usual amount of drinks and the jukebox was ours. J headed up to the bar to order some shots of Grandpatime, while Tiny A and I rocked out in our chairs and screamed up some conversation. J was gone quite a while and when we finally noticed this, it became apparent that he was signing autographs. Tonight he was the drummer for Nine Inch Nails and upon mentioning this to a few people sitting at the bar, he was asked for his John Hancock. I can still picture the adorable Asian woman's face as she received a signed napkin for her brother who is a big fan - she was overflowing with happiness. J is never one to refuse an autograph for a fan. Tiny A and I considered ourselves lucky to be drinking with a rockstar, and we kept them coming until they turned on the brutal lights. Afterwards we headed to the Flying Pancake and shoved our faces. Our waittress didn't know who she was serving, even after being told countless times. Her loss, she could have had an autographed napkin worth thousands of dollars. We finished up the night the way rockstars and groupies should, by stripping naked and running down the street...Damn it feels good to be a rockstar.