Gaolee
Official leathers tester and crash dummy
One of my few distant brushes with fame was a guy I worked with briefly in Norway. He had just turned 20 and I was 21, but we looked exactly the same. I didn't need my driver's license at the time, since I was going to be in Europe for a bit and could get a new one when I got home. I gave mine to him to use as an ID in Colorado where he was from. His last name was Weymoth and he had a cousin who played in some band. He wasn't sure the name of her band and didn't know much about what she was up to.too bad David Byrne gets so spastic sometimes, “Stop Making Sense” came on last night and my god can that band swing….

