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I actually met Conan O’Brien

It happened

at a Radiators show

at Roseland

I’m not so sure

if it was good or bad

I was with some friends

but I was smoking a joint

with a girl from New Jersey

She kept touching my shoulders

and my chest

and she was a trifle buzzed

My friend was talking

with someone I didn’t recognize

and kept calling me over

with chat about Letterman and Leno

The girl ends up

disappearing

and my friend says,

“Do you know who that was?”

“Who” I ask irritably,

“Who was that?”

“That was Conan O’Brien!”

“Well, who’s that?”

I didn’t even know who he was

and I was a tad miffed

about the girl bailing

What really hurts is

that I had enough money

to get a hotel room

and who knows

maybe we would’ve

fallen in love;

got married down the line

but let me stop

I’m getting silly

It was a night of infamy

could’ve—but obviously will not—

go into the annals

as one of the best nights ever

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