Musings —08.15.2010 01:19 PM—
Got to Chapters/Starbucks with one mother, one daughter, three sons, two Labs, and lots of stuff. Driving rain, Hellish, etc.
Guy at counter, checking through the stack of snowboarding/dirtbiking/punk/vampire magazines/books, and apparently knowing who I am: “You on Iggy’s tour this Summer?”
Me: “I wish.”
Me: “Oh. You meant Ignatieff. I meant Iggy Pop.”