So there was a Henry Rollins spoken word show on Friday in West Palm Beach. Gwendolyn attended the event and didn’t hang around the incredibly small venue to meet Mr. Aging Alternative Rock Icon afterward.

The following morning I may have been insensitive to the fact that she really wanted to do it but came home without because she was worried I would be angry. I may have joked about how I would have made sure to have met the person after the show. I may have gotten carried away in doing so and actually hurt her feelings. I may have. And I did.

Saturday we drove up to Orlando for my father’s birthday party. We arrived around 5:00 P.M. and soon after the party was in full swing. I knew that Henry was doing a show at the House of Blues in Orlando, so I suggested she drive down with my cousin and meet him there. Normally these from the hip approaches don’t work out for me—or for her—but this time was a little different.

What’s the moral of the story? Don’t be a dickhead or you will have to drive 240 miles to track the fucker down to undo your dickheadedness.

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