I really don’t get fame. I met Keith Richards one day. We sat on a train together going to a drug rehab place. He was with two skanky blondes and I was with a roommate from the London One Pound a night B and B In Finsbury Park we both were staying at. Ira was a Jewish kid from Detroit whose Dad kept him out of trouble by buying drugs for him. He sent him to London to get him out of Detroit . Ira couldn’t make the long train ride alone and asked me to take him there. We sat at the very back of the train. Keith and the skanky but surprisingly sweet blondes got on and the five of us sat for a couple of hours together chatting. He was a nice guy. Genuinely. The idea of idolizing him in any way was nowhere in my radar. It was interesting to meet him. But if he hadn’t been a nice guy I would have ignored him the whole trip.
I tried. Sort of. But I find both these women disgusting. I don’t care how rich or in the media they are..I don’t consider them successful
I really don’t get fame. I met Keith Richards one day. We sat on a train together going to a drug rehab place. He was with two skanky blondes and I was with a roommate from the London One Pound a night B and B In Finsbury Park we both were staying at. Ira was a Jewish kid from Detroit whose Dad kept him out of trouble by buying drugs for him. He sent him to London to get him out of Detroit . Ira couldn’t make the long train ride alone and asked me to take him there. We sat at the very back of the train. Keith and the skanky but surprisingly sweet blondes got on and the five of us sat for a couple of hours together chatting. He was a nice guy. Genuinely. The idea of idolizing him in any way was nowhere in my radar. It was interesting to meet him. But if he hadn’t been a nice guy I would have ignored him the whole trip.
That goofy awkward kid is a swordsman? Man!