fine: in "college", when a tour came through town and played the colliseum of the "university", studentia could "snag" a free ticket
to the show by setting up the thousand chairs on the floor of the thing during the day. Since I never went to class (literally. I got straight F's with a 0.00 GPA even in "Basic Design" or whatever. Another story) I was free to set up chairs and see RATT with opener Bon Jovi "wiki:While embarking on a tour opening up for Ratt in 1985..." and hear the sound checks and all that. They were good. I airbrushed a killer tee shirt for this hot townie girl that worked in the kitchen at the "college" and asked her to the show with my free tickets and she went. I later discovered that she only went to make her bubba boyfriend jealous and that if I liked, he would probably beat me to death if I kept talking to her. Oh well. She prolly doesn't even remember where she got that killer Ratt tee shirt. Hillbilly.
-Years later as I walked through the mall back home, now a full-fledged Mall airbrush tee shirt hero of St. Louis (Chesterfield Mall, California (!!?) Shirt Works.) a little kid, pulling his mother along pointed at me, striding by with my long long semi-permed coiffure billowing, and said "Look, Ma, it's that Bon Jovi guy! (no pun intended, I am sure!)" and mother smiled. She wanted some. I knew.
-Years later, driving through Tarzana, I saw a sign on a local bar that said "Steven Pearcy acoustic" or something like that.
-And now here we all are back again, except for the college and the long hair. Good times. I might even break out my old airbrush gear. See if I still got the touch.