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He came to the door with a guitar for me in hand. ‘I’m one of those freaks that want to be famous,’ he said frowning.
Feel free to post your own hint memoirs in the comments too if you want I’d love to read em :).
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He’s very happy now with a wife and son (his namesake) and living in the lower 48. He was awesome!
Hi Honey,
Yeah I can’t believe you randomly came across him in some airport…what are the odds on that one?
He was super nice to give me that guitar, I’ve spent hundreds and hundreds of hours playing it over the years :).