Meeting Bob Dylan and My Forrest Gump Life
I went out one night to a bar on MacDougal street to relax with a glass of vodka and my journal, a big black book filled with drawings and clippings pasted in. A tall handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a cap asked if he could sit down with me. My heart stopped beating in my chest and I lost my breath. It was the man who had written the sound track to my entire life—Bob Dylan.
