I work in a hotel in San Francisco. Tom Waits's son (also kind of cool as people go) was staying with us.
One evening, around eight o'clock or so, the son ran past me at full tilt. I didn't think much of it. By and by, I guess two minutes later, a white SUV the size of an aircraft carrier somehow squeezed into the loading zone. Once again, I didn't think anything of itâ€”people park humongous SUV's all the time.
I heard the door shut, and g-damn my eyes if it wasn't Tom Waits striding up the stairs. Read more