I just met Peter Criss. (If you have to ask “Who?”, please don’t comment. Just go crawl under a rock somewhere and feel the shame of ignorance.)
He was in the mall I was in, shopping. Wasn’t entirely sure it was him until I saw the cross earring that he always wears. He was shy, but nice.

I repeat.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

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