I'm With the Band: Confessions of a Groupie

by Pamela Des Barres

I didn’t really care. I had given up trying to impress people who didn’t impress me.

I fell in and out of love with him hourly.

No matter how many stars I wish on, how many eyelashes I blow into the wind, or how many dandelion fluffs I scatter, I feel him slipping away.