So I was smoking a joint with a friend after a Mastodon show and this alchoholic comes up to me and my friend and asks us if we were at the show, we say yeah and the guy kinda conspiratorily leans in and asks us if we wanna meet Brent; me and my friend play guitar so we eagerly say yeah- and the drunk leads us to a pub, explaining he knew Brent when he lived in Atlanta- and when we go inside we see Brent drunk, surrounded by dumpy drunk people. The guy pushes everyone out of the way and says to Brent 'You gotta meet these kids, they're fans!' as if Brent doesn't have sycophantic children around him all the time. We're mortified, Brent looks upon us and says to the drunk 'Hey, whataya want me to do, suck their dicks?!'. I mumble ascent because I'm weak, my friend hugs him and goes to buy a pint, I tell him the world is a brighter place for him existing and go buy a lucozade because I have work tomorrow and I'm a shill, plus I exercised. My life is richer for that moment.
True story.