Was walking through Times Square a few moment ago, returning from an interview with Jerry Stackhouse of the Brooklyn Nets.
Minding my own business, thinking of a snack. I spot a strange-looking man with tattoos covering his face and shaved head. He’s handing out flyers for the Ripley’s Believe It or Not museum. I take a step to my left. He says, “Hey, I know you …”
Uh …
“You’re an author.”
Uh …
“You’re an author, right?”
Yeah, I am.
“You’re the John Rocker guy. Right? I’ve seen you on TV.”
That’s me.
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I’m not sure the point of this. It’s my first time being recognized in 2013, and certainly my first time ever being recognized by such a heavily tattooed man.
Wacky.
