Fair play, he announced on his website that he would show up at a local bar - if anyone could recommend one - and sell his merch because the venue - the TLA on South Street - was taking what he thought was too big a cut. Apparently the fan that set it up thought that 2,000 people were going to come (the venue fits 1,000 and I don't think it was sold out because I bought a ticket that day for my daughter) and picked a larger bar, skipping over like eight places in between. He also didn't tell the owner - a guy I later came to be quasi-friends with, a crusty guy from North Ireland - that he would be selling shit, so there was beef. So as I understand it, Fish was at another bar about three doors down from the venue, had to up and walk - with his merch - about five blocks away, only to find that he couldn't sell.
My at-the-time 8-year-old daughter - purely by coincidence - had her face painted at day care that day and looked vaguely reminiscent of his early face-painting days, and was with me at the bar/restaurant. So when I went to get 13th Star signed, she was with me, and she said something to the effect of "I painted my face too!" and he was all "look, I don't have time for that. I have a line I have to get through!" I'm willing to concede that "dick" might be strong, and I've got my dad defenses up, but contrast to when I met Paul Stanley, also with her, and Paul got down on one knee and talked to her like she was the only person in the room: "Wow, those are some nice earrings! They match your nails!". Asking her about school. No, he probably didn't give a fuck about her answers, I get that, but it made HER feel special. He EASILY gave her 10 minutes of his time, including a photo, with a line of people that was perhaps twice as long as that waiting for Fish to scribble on their albums. I'll also note that a couple years ago when Tara was slighted (it had something to do with a modeling appearance if I recall) he was all indignant and unleashing the Scottish vitriol.