Madonna came in with Sean Penn, who used to buy Bukowski there. I don’t think I would have noticed them except that I was thinking, That woman’s hair is an usual color of blond. Then she turned around and it was Madonna.
Our guy at the register had been a club doorman, so he knew her. He mentioned to Madonna that there was a picture of her in a photography book on the display table, but he couldn’t find the picture.
She said, ‘I hate it when a guy gets me all interested and then doesn’t come through,’ while Sean Peen glared daggers.