I meant to watch the first few minutes and ended up watching it all.
More pathos than I expected.
Tales of True Adventure for Rugged Men Not Unlike Yourself
Tales of True Adventure for Rugged Men Not Unlike Yourself
I meant to watch the first few minutes and ended up watching it all.
More pathos than I expected.
Ooh, thanks! I will be watching this,
Thanks, will definitely watch.
Here’s my not particularly interesting Debbie Harry story. One night at Max’s a common acquaintance introduced me and some band mates and friends to her. This was before Blondie had scored a hit, but they were royalty among those who followed punk/power pop. She seemed about as interested in meeting any of us as she might have been about doing her Geometry homework back in ninth grade. This didn’t bother me. Why should she? She was a punk goddess, we were nobodies. Anyway, one of my party aggravated the situation by making a cringey attempt to take her hand and kiss it while being introduced. She did not appreciate the gesture. I made no attempt at conversation. Even if she’d been more approachable, she was surrounded by sycophants, so too much bother.