This is from 2003? 2004? John Waters was signing autographs down the street from my work and I was determined to meet him. I took a lunch break, which extended for three hours until it was my turn to have him sign my sketchbook. He’d been signing autographs for probably 8 hours at this point and he was still so sweet and polite. He actually asked me questions, and I gave him stickers that I’d made. Then I blinked, but it was such an honor. I also like that it looks like I have my hand on his thigh. My managers were completely understanding when I returned to work 4 hours later. One does not pass up the opportunity to meet the King of Sleaze.
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