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I stood next to Juliana Hatfield in the main room of 1st Ave a few years back, both of us watching her opening act. I didn't talk to her, though, much less sleep with her. She had this black eyeliner, black hair goth look going.
I suppose the fact that she was standing there, and nobody bothered her, would attest to her level of fame. I was there because I had free tickets and I just wanted to hear "My Sister," anyway.
On topic (sort of): I had a sure shot at bagging Dick Van Patten's brother several years ago. I'm glad I didn't do it.
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That gun will replace your tongue. You will learn to speak through it. And your poetry will be written in blood.
- Nobody
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