I was pulling out of the garage behind the Durham Performing Arts Center at approximately 12:45am. You guys were crossing the street, heading back to your bus. I was so star-struck all I could do was yell "great show tonight guys!". At least the drummer/percussionist and one of two other guys from the band waved. I didn't think to ask for your autographs, I just turned right and went on my way.

I could die. Literally die, simply from not asking for their autographs. Had their poster. Had like five sharpies in my car. Ive had some major regrets in my life. This one takes the cake. I will never stop kicking my own ass.

So if anyone from the band sees this (or their publicist) remembers this interaction, and feels like taking mercy on my poor soul and put my mind to rest, maybe wants to send me some swag or just acknowledge me and my plight, that would be cool.