a short story, that's not really interesting, but who cares.
in my younger days, i liked the monkees. (in fact, i will admit i still like some of their stuff. then again, many people think i have strange taste, and they'd probably be right...).
anyway, they were giving a concert, and my sister liked to get autographs of "famous" (debate amongst yourselves) people, so when we all went to see them, she went to get the autographs of the three touring monkees.
since i was there, i met them. oddly, i didn't get any autographs (which i didn't want anyway, really) until a year or so later, when i saw them in concert again and someone got peter tork's autograph for me. but i didn't meet him then.
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