I would send this story to Sludge, but Bruce Kulick isn't a big enough celebrity to warrant a story, and I wasn't physically removed so who cares. Anyway, my how the mighty have fallen. In 1993 Bruce did one of these clinics at a nice store in a nice mall in Columbus promoting KISS ALIVE III. 9 years later, fired from KISS, playing w/ Grand Funk Railroad, strapped for cash, balding, and growing man-boobs, he was at a fucking flea market doing a guitar clinic, peddling copies of his solo cd. This place is called an "expocenter," but it is a flea market, complete with a comic book guy like comic dealer, and fake nike clothes. Anyway, Bruce is a nice guy, so I kinda feel sorry for him, but I had to be a smart ass in front of this audience of like 20 (in 1993 it was packed to the gills, hundreds of people) So I asked Bruce "hey, would you dress up like Ace Frehley, and pretend to be him if Gene told you to?" His reply was so pussified "I wouldn't rule anything out." Then some lacky from ESP guitars comes over and tells me if I just came to harrass Bruce, that I can leave. WTF!? Like I wanted a picture of Bruce anyway! What, was I gonna have him sign my boxed set! Fuck that. I said, whatever dude, I'm outta here. So that is my Bruce Kulick guitar clinic story.