Tag: david-dastmalchian

  • Ch. 2: Diving In, Pt. 2

    There I was, standing between Sid Haig and Bill Moseley’s booths, putting my autographed 8x10s in my new Devil’s Rejects messenger bag, which was much needed but almost caused a tin-scraping symphony with a concrete percussion finale. My near disaster with Sid’s lunchbox display was the capper on what had been a series of awkward…