So, I'll try to make this very long, complicated story short.
Mr. Rockstar -- that's what I'll call him -- Mr. Rockstar!!
He starts sending me these e-mails and I can't believe they are coming from him and I think it's just some dork who runs the fan site for the band and so I write him and say, "Give me your phone number and let me call you! Then I'll believe you are who you say you are."
Well, he did give me his phone number and he asked me to come down to L.A. to spend the weekend!
I am so DAMN STUPID!!! I went!
Yeah, I wanna see pictures of hot, naked chicks!
