One of the more surreal moments

There's something about meeting a person you have respected and damn near idolised for a good majority of your life. You think in your head how it's going to go down. You'll be cool, suave, and if you are remotely attracted to this person, you will try to get in his or her pants.

This is not the case.

In fact, it's quite the opposite.

Last night, I had the chance to meet Henry Rollins. That's right Henry Motherfucking Rollins. For those of you who don't know who that is, just move on with the rest of the internets because this is not where you need to be.
So, I met this man. In my mind, it was going to go something like "Henry," because we are on a first-name basis in my head," I have listened to your music since I was 12. Please, Henry Rollins, I am over 18, you will not go to jail, lets get drunk, break shit and have sex on the floor." This is NOT how it happened. What DID happen was "That was amazing" and later "I hope you feel better" all the while my friend was not phased nor intimidated (if you met him, he's nice as hell and still intimidating because he's so fucking nice and down-to-earth). So, fuck you Elliott.

Regardless, though. I met Henry Rollins. I think now I can die more happy that I was going to before.