Now, how lame is this:

I’m walking out of one of the sessions – Damien’s I think – and I see one of my idols a man I worship from afar a dude I think is super-spiffy – David Guzik, whose online print and audio commentaries I have shamelessly copied into my study notes all but plagiarized used a bit…and he says to me, “Hi, Mike!”

I felt like a teenaged girl in a Menudo show. (Menudo is still groovy, right…?) He knew me! He said my name! I’m never washing these eyballs again! I–

–oh, no wait…I’m wearing a nametag.

D’oh.

What’s the saddest of all is that I thought for sure I was immune to hero worship.

Stupid flesh…

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