Yet another wide-eyed fan has approached Sam and asked him does he really know Mitch Easter? REM? Peter Holsapple? ZZ Top! How amazing! How did Sam feel being in the presence of such greatness?
"Doesn't that just piss you off, Sam?" I say, glowering after Mitch's gushing fan.
"Nah," shrugs Sam. "It's all good. I'd take a bullet for any one of those guys. They're my brothers."
"They don't even know who they're talking to!" I sniff. "Of all the nerve!"
Sam just laughs.
"It's all good," says Sam, and means it.
