One of you knows this man.
I don't know how well, but he's seen my comics. He says you showed him.
I love you, mmkay? <3 Even if you're responsible for that humiliating I MADE A POOPIE grin on my stupid face.
The man's name is Neil. He's holding a painting I made him, which is creepy and obsessive and reduces his bandmates to faceless shadows in the far background. No restraining order yet, though, so I think it went pretty well.
One of the nice things about being freakishly preoccupied with a band that doesn't play fifty jillion person arena shows is that you don't have to be a supermodel to get into the green room. You just have to paint them something. Ineptly. I suggest trying it out on your favorite band, see where it gets you!
And You-Know-Who-You-Are, thank you for making this the best concert I've ever been to. Ever.
Comics shortly.
