There are three parts to this story. The first goes like this: When I was 13 I went to a concert. I had never heard the opening band before. They were rock, they were loud, they were great. The lead singer had this beautiful head of hair. I have always loved Jim Morrison and his hair reminded me of Jim’s. When the headliner came on, someone tall was blocking my view of the stage. All I could see was Jim Morrison hair. It was the singer. For all intents and purposes, let’s call him Jim 2.0. Without any hesitation I ran up to him, reached up and pet his hair. Jim 2.0 turned around and looked down at me confused. I smiled and ran away like the child I was.
The second part to this story happened about 7 years later. My friend took me to a show in Chicago. She knew the drummer so we hung out with the band all night. I fell in like with the singer. For all intents and purposes, let’s call him Jack (I’ll be Rose). Unfortunately, Jack didn’t have anything close to Jim Morrison hair but he was tall and cute. Jack and Rose really hit it off and I’m not gonna cookie cut around it – they made out a lot.
The third part of the story is when I realized that Jack and Jim 2.0 were the same person and my 14 year old self patted Rose on the back.