A story about Morrissey
Last fall during his string of New York City Shows while he was doing his ‘Greatest Hits’ tour I came sort of close to meeting him. During first of the gang to die a friend of mine tried to get on the stage and was accosted by one of his bouncers, (the one that looks like fat joe) and ended up getting hurt pretty badly. After the show was over I found my friend about to get carried off by the paramedics, until he refused medical services, they escorted us to the back alley where we hung out for about two hours because my friend could barely walk. The manager of the venue and various members of Morrissey’s crew kept talking to us (making sure that my friend wasn’t going to sue them) and all my friend would say was, “I’m not going to fucking sue Morrissey, but I would like to meet him,” and everyone (even Jesse Tobias who was very nice to meet) was like, “I’m sorry but there is nothing we can do to get him out here”, and that was pretty much that, he came out and was driven away. So there we were, stuck in an alley for a very cold long night, I felt especially bad because during the stage invasions I actually made it to the stage (and kissed the man on the cheek), my only dilemma being a ripped shirt.
