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Alright, so TWO things.
1. I was in NYPD the other day, and this guy noticed the Bob Dylan pins on my jacket. He told me he had just run into Bob Dylan a couple of days ago on the streets of Chicago! So I was, of course, amazed as he went on to describe Bobby. He said that they shared a smoke and Bob admitted to being in town to hear Charlie S. play - and that he was going to watch from backstage. The man then went on to say that Bob looks 10x older in person, and that he must be running from something since he tours so much. That last part turned me off slightly, but I decided to ignore it as this one lady in line in front of me turned around to say "He has looked older ever since he did that Victoria's Secret commercial - he sold out!" I also decided to ignore this comment as I've heard it from so many people claiming to love and know everything about Dylan. Well, if they knew so much about him, they would also know about the selling-out clause Bob provided for himself in the mid-sixties. Anyway, why am I always the one who meets the guy who met Bob Dylan, instead of the one who gets to run into Bob herself? This is yet another example of how soft my core is.
2. Last night, I went to use one of the toilets in the second floor bathroom of Newberry, and some girl's dried blood was on the toilet seat. Blood from her vagina. Ewww.
1. I was in NYPD the other day, and this guy noticed the Bob Dylan pins on my jacket. He told me he had just run into Bob Dylan a couple of days ago on the streets of Chicago! So I was, of course, amazed as he went on to describe Bobby. He said that they shared a smoke and Bob admitted to being in town to hear Charlie S. play - and that he was going to watch from backstage. The man then went on to say that Bob looks 10x older in person, and that he must be running from something since he tours so much. That last part turned me off slightly, but I decided to ignore it as this one lady in line in front of me turned around to say "He has looked older ever since he did that Victoria's Secret commercial - he sold out!" I also decided to ignore this comment as I've heard it from so many people claiming to love and know everything about Dylan. Well, if they knew so much about him, they would also know about the selling-out clause Bob provided for himself in the mid-sixties. Anyway, why am I always the one who meets the guy who met Bob Dylan, instead of the one who gets to run into Bob herself? This is yet another example of how soft my core is.
2. Last night, I went to use one of the toilets in the second floor bathroom of Newberry, and some girl's dried blood was on the toilet seat. Blood from her vagina. Ewww.