Tara Duncan
When I was a child my family took me to the nearest large city to see one of those children's comedians. Walking up to the venue I walked into some aging, alcoholic man and stepped on his foot. I was overcome with joy when I realized I had stepped on none other than the man himself. I smiled and squealed with joy, exclaiming, "Aren't you Uncle Billy?" He looked at me and slurred "Fuck off kid!"
Ok, I stepped on him and got his name wrong. And actually that whole story is bullshit.
Printed copy · Anthology Volume 2, page 89
