FOLLOWING a heavy-metal rock concert, one punk rocker stopped at the front desk of the hotel where I work and asked if she had any messages.
When I handed her an unsigned note she asked if I could describe the man who had left it. "That's easy," I said. "He wore tight orange-leather pants, high-heeled black boots and a T-shirt with strategically cut holes.
I remember a row of colored safety pins through the outside edge of one ear, and he wore purple eye shadow. And his hair was orange and spiked." "Well," she said, obviously disappointed, "that could be anybody."
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