Music never saved my life but I once ate crudite off the same plate as Joey Ramone. Yes the man enjoyed a good veggie but only snap pea; and he double dipped. That evening I had a feeling I could up and die once I told everyone I knew that something extraordinary had happened, how a higher force must have caused it, making me more special than people ever thought. Alas the next morning I awoke to find myself not quite dead yet, feeling like a dog who’d broken Joey’s trust or returned a gift from whatever made the crudite, Joey and me come into alignment. I thought about my neighbor’s kid who wears little purple Ray Bans and a mohawk. He would have kept it a secret. Now I’m at CB’s every night, looking out for rockstars to share fingerfood. Richard Hell and I might split an order of clams casino or some angels on horseback. I’m told Debbie Harry eats fondue.