Twisted Metal and David Jaffe.
Two entities that the foggy city by the bay are not ready for. I ventured forth outside my east bay domicile around 2pm with the intention of being first in line. After a very droll BART ride to the city, I arrived at the San Francisco event greeted by a motley crüe of true believers. This should not be without surprise, since Jaffe and the Twisted Metal genre both have a more than loyal following.

I proceed to setup camp seeing as how I’m posted up shop by 3pm and the festivities don’t start until 6pm. Not to worry though – king of PS3 media Jeff Rubenstein – steps into the fray and greets everyone warmly and takes a photo that surely would sweep into the folds of Internet for all time – plus a mention right on the Playstation twitter feed.

Things progress and weird people show up.
Things also escalate when some skinny-jeaned hipster decides that waiting at the end of the line is not cool and precedes to cut in front of the 70+ people that have been standing in line for the past two hours. Suddenly everyone looks to me being the resident big man in line to lay down the laws of line cutting and proper line educate. When was this job title handed to me and why didn’t I get some sort of memo? I saunter to where the perpetrator has nested in line and simply put it to him as such: “the end of line is that way” – gesturing to the end of line that has now wrapped around the corner of Mint Plaza and has grown…exponentially. Luckily for Mr. Black Rim Glasses, he gets the point and takes his place at the rear of the line.

The sun quickly sets in the city and seeing as how the event is being held at the ass end of huge alley – it’s getting cold…and quick. I switch to my long sleeve t-shirt and as soon as my head pops through my San Francisco Giants t-shirt – guess who comes waking around the corner: David Jaffe. My head goes into panic mode, but I’m prepared. Sharpie in hand, mint copy of Twisted Metal: Black in the other – I’m ready to spring my trap.
The following transpires:
Me: Mr. Jaffe, could I bother you for an autograph?
Jaffe: Who should I make this out to?
Me: Ummmm…if you could sign it for me that would be great…
Jaffe: eBay doesn’t care… do they?
Me: No-No…I’ll be giving it away to some lucky person.
Jaffe: Ok then. Read more... (794 words, 12 images, estimated 3:11 mins reading time)