
The bad thing about the cover is I felt a little funny buying it. I show up at the cash register and I have this magazine that looks like (what it looks like), and I'm thinking this could look bad. There's an old guy in the line right behind me, who incidentally almost ran into me in the aisle and said "Sorry, sir." So I'm a "sir" to an old guy. In the line I'm thinking he's thinking "Sir" here is gettin' himself a girly magazine. Because what does he know about Rolling Stone?
Anyway, it's a great picture.