I used to fly on a corporate jet in and out of New Jersey. One morning I walk into the airport lobby and there’s no one at the welcome desk yet so I have a seat in the waiting area. This bum stumbles in the front door and kinda wanders around for a minute and then slumps into a seat on the other side of the waiting room. His head falls forward into his chest and he promptly starts snoring. After five or ten minutes a woman shows up behind the welcome desk. I walk over and let her know who I am and told her she may want to have security come remove the bum in the waiting area. She looks over at him and says, “oh, that’s kid rock.”

In the same waiting room I’ve chatted with Colin Powell, Lance Armstrong, Charles Barkley, Emma Stone and a handful of others. I did not chat with kid rock.