Originally published October 22, 1999, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1353
Shana really, really wanted to go to the Tori Amos concert. But it was an extremely small venue, and tickets were going to be absolutely impossible to come by. However, I figured I had one shot at accommodating her: Tori Amos, as everyone knows, is rather tight with Neil Gaiman. And, in the best spirit of six degrees of separation, I know Neil and therefore had (albiet) limited access to Amos.
So I called Neil and asked him if there was any way he could score a couple of tickets to the Tori Amos concert (apparently narrowly beating a deluge of other people asking him very much the same thing.) Neil said that he would see what he could do. And several days later, Neil called me back and told me that he had indeed managed to make some calls and it had been all arranged that Shana would be able to attend the sold-out concert.
“Neil, I really owe you,” I said.
And there was a pause at the other end of the line.
And then Neil said, very slowly, very deliberately, “Yes. I know.”
It was the single most terrifying, most sinister enunciation of those three relatively harmless words that I had ever heard.
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