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Originally Posted by lawrenceRaider
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Pretty sure I've told this story before, but anyway...
I used to work for Sierra Trading Post in Cheyenne, Wyoming. One day I had to run to Kinko's/FedEx for them for some reason (which I didn't normally do, being a copywriter).
Anyway, I'm waiting in line and I hear this ****ing distinct, crazy voice, and I immediately know who it is. Wesley freaking Willis. He was playing a show that night and was like running off handbills to put around town or some shit. I introduced myself, told him I had a lot of respect for him, and then went back to work.
Surreal.