This drunken Scotsman accosted me as I was waiting in line for the Oak
Ridge Boys Thursday afternoon. He seemingly just wanted to love on
someone, including yours truly. He went down the line hugging everyone
like he had a Pez full of ecstasy stashed in his kilt. That or he
thought I was Mr. Clean’s swishy son and wanted to blow people’s minds back in
Glasgow.
This article appears in Mar 19-25, 2009.