Another random encounter while traveling. I was sat at a hotel bar, knackered by the flights, having a beer and bar food. It's late and there are only a few of us left. We're watching baseball.
A tattooed guy a few seats down strikes up a conversation. Eventually he asks what I do, so I told him. I then asked him. "I'm in a band you might have heard of, we're called 311."
I told him I wasn't familiar with their work. He offered comp tickets to the show they were doing but I didn't have the heart to tell him how much his band sucks.
A tattooed guy a few seats down strikes up a conversation. Eventually he asks what I do, so I told him. I then asked him. "I'm in a band you might have heard of, we're called 311."
I told him I wasn't familiar with their work. He offered comp tickets to the show they were doing but I didn't have the heart to tell him how much his band sucks.
