Sorry for getting chai latte on your white leather pants, Mr. Steven Tyler
One sunny afternoon in Toronto, I almost bowled down Steven Tyler
, large lipped frontman for undead rock band, Aerosmith
. Now, the purpose of this missive is not to recant at length the storied history of Steven Tyler's numerous groupie conquests, fruits of loin
, chart topping hip shakers or Run DMC collaborations. That would be a flat out 'No'. All I'm saying is that rock stars with cell phone armed, multi-drone entourage should not wear all white patent leather pant suits in from of clumsy, blackberry pecking internet writer types. Because that mix = trouble.
My apologies for the lengthy absence. I promise, next time, to only leave in the morning.