I love meeting the fans, especially the sincere ones; however my paranoid brain reeled at the idea of being trapped and at the mercy of the "other" kind of fan: the drunken, incoherent, and resentful tooth-grinder with flecks of dried spittle glued to the corners of his mouth who corners me and goes on and on about "That time at Red Rocks when Mikey materialized a double-helix rainbow out of his guitar during Chilly Water...."
:lol: