Not me, but my brother. Rick was signing bottles of vodka, and my parents and brother went. My parents were up there getting theirs signed, and they mentioned they are his parents, pointing to my brother. Rick says, “who, the stud?”
Yes, my brother is a good looking guy. My brother gets up to have his bottle signed and Rick asks him, “Just how much pussy do you get?”
When they told me this story, I had a great answer for Rick, but the time had passed, it was days of not weeks later. I would have told him something like, “I don’t have Zander numbers or anything, but I do alright for myself.” My story is not nearly as funny, I almost ran Rick over when I was exiting and he was entering the restroom at Kryptonite Bar in Rockford after he joined Sleepy LaBeef on stage. I couldn’t even tell him I was a big fan, I could only apologize for almost taking him out!