Name Dropper

This could also be titled 'Six Degrees of Separation'. We all know someone, who knows someone, who knows someone, who actually is someone. And, of course, we have to share with our friends and family to try to impress them. Ninety nine percent of the time, this usually does little to impress, unless the person making the boast, actually comes through with some tangible evidence. Needless to say, I sometimes get caught up in the fabrication wheel, and am probably spreading a falsehood, or at the very least, a partial truth. I guess if I don't sin, how would I ever be able to ask for forgiveness? Nonetheless, here we go. A painter buddy of mine, who lives just about 8 blocks from me, AND is an extremely reliable source, (never mind the fact that he sucks down paint fumes for a living), filled me in on some information about another neighbor close by. The painter did some work in this person's house (a single fellow), who happens to travel for work, and is on the road for at least three weeks per month. His sister lives there also, and takes care of the domicile while he's away. After making small talk with the sister, he discovers some unknown facts about the homeowner. Apparently, his work hauls him around the country because he happens to be the road manager for the Dave Matthews Band. OMG! (I'm screaming like a teenage girl right now). So , I guess now I'm going to have to start casing the joint, and stalking this individual, just so I can say that I've met the road manager for DMB. Then, after making a fool of myself, and getting the police called on me several times, I will probably find out the facts. He's not really the road manager for DMB, but just a diehard fan who wants to be a roadie someday, and may have inadvertently said, "DMB sure would be a good gig to land". And to think, I came within a few blocks of someone who wants to know someone famous. That's something to brag about!