She ruined King Missile for me.
It was the first time I'd gone out, anywhere, since we broke up. I thought that the King Missile concert would cheer me up. I should have realized that she would be there: we both had an obsession with King Missile back then, after all.
But imagine my horror: in between songs, I see her walk up onto the stage and hand John S. Hall a beautiful new pickaxe with a bright, oversized, pink bow on it.
Of course she charmed him. What other reaction could he have had? She ended up dating him. They drove together to Houston, and he sent her advance copies of King Missile CDs.
Of course, eventually, she broke up with him, too.
Hey, John, give me a call sometime, and we'll talk about it, okay?