I’m thinking of my parents’ generation, and how they changed with the times. Thank goodness they were posers, too. Can you imagine what would have happened if they’d all joined communes? If they never got over doing Angel Dust? Awful. But they changed with the times, as we all are forced to do.
I know it’s customary not to kiss and tell, but it’s been like… twenty years. Did you really go down on him in a theater? You can’t just dangle that juicy steak of a detail in front of us and expect that we’ll all forget about it and move on with our lives.