after the concert i was hanging out by the merchandise table, which i love to do because i get to meet some of the most amazing people, and a gentleman walked up to me. i already had a good feeling about this guy because he bought me a frito pie and red gatorade (which was awesome, and what better is there to ingest in clyde america really?)
so anyway, he started telling me how he wanted to hold his leg up in the air during my rap. i was, of course, confused, but i kept listening out of sheer curiosity. and then he proceeded with this question: "will you sign my leg?" and i thought, sure! i had been asked to sign weirder things, so i really thought nothing of it.
until, of course, he snapped his leg off. literally.
at first, i was startled and then i realized, OH... lindsey, chill, it's a fake leg! then ensued one of the funniest moments on the road thus far: he snapped off his leg, took it out from below his jeans, and held it up to me. initially i was unsure which part to sign, but luckily he pointed me in the right direction. i took out my red sharpee and put my john hancock on his prosthetic leg.
needless to say, it was awesome. i never got to hear the story behind his leg but hopefully someday i'll get to hear it because he seemed like an awesome dude!
thank you clyde america for your frito pies, your red gatorades, and your citizens with real and prosthletic legs.
