No shit.

I got back from Wednesday's show (Crowne Plaza) and there's a guy sitting in a chair with a security shirt on. I couldn't get much out of him, but he kept smiling sayhing "Sorry bro." Anyways, come back the next night after the show, same guy in the chair. After talking for about 15 minutes I ask if I can sit in the hallway. He says "I can't stop you." About 30 minutes later, his 2 way goes off: "Mercedes has just dropped Jon off. He's on his way up." The guy takes off for about 5 minutes, and I'm shitting a brick as I've never met the man before and I'm so excited. He comes back and says "Sorry bro - He's on a different floor tonight."

He wouldn't tell me where he was obviously, but he did say he was in the room directly across the hall from me on Wednesday. I'll never get over this for my entire life. 26 years of being a fan. I didn't want to stalk him outside his home, bother him at a restaurant, or beg for pictures and autographs. I just wanted to shake his hand, thank him for the tough times his music has gotten me through, and let him know how much of a fan I am. To say I'm bummed is an understatement.