Me and Marilyn
So, there I was, walking into the side entrance of my hotel here in Cincinnati. A group of kids with pictures and pens were congregated in the lower lobby that the hotel shares with an office complex, a Kinkos and some other stores. I walk toward the elevator, and there’s a large nose-tackle looking sort leading two other people. The guy is tall, wearing a fuzzy hat covering his ears. He’s got on shades and has a totally blank stare. The woman at his left is faux Goth, also a blank stare. I turn and the nose tackle says, “Sorry, Marilyn is not signing anything today.”
Yep, it was Marilyn Manson. Where’s your camera when you need it?