I had this poster in my bedroom when I was 17-18. Bought it at a concert. It was seriously life-sized. It hung at the foot of my bed, and I would just lay and stare at it. For years after that I wanted so badly to get a tattoo with my own name on it because of Dave’s (on his forearm). It just seemed so funny to me.
Pretty sure I still had the poster until last August, when fucking Hurricane Irene flooded my apartment. I had a tube of old posters from when I was a kid; it was in a closet that got a lot of water. My husband showed me, but I didn’t have the heart to look. I just told him to throw them all out.
