This is why we can’t have nice things. Err, this is why I hadn’t been in the same room as Jim Cuddy in over six years. I talk his ear off, and I have no trouble insulting him. I also make a fool out of myself in general while anywhere in his vicinity. That’s now nine concerts, eight meetings, three pictures, three autographs, two insults, two happy birthday wishes, one set list, one guitar pick, one happy birthday song, one instance of Chantal asking me if I could let her talk and one “talking about him while not realizing his daughter was working the merch stand.”
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