I'm not in the mood for another TMZ post, so here's a short story from this weekend. The moral of which can either be "don't do drugs" or "well, do drugs, but be just careful how you do them." I haven't quite decided yet.
So, Saturday morning, my brother called me and told me Lou Ferrigno was in town. Considering the SuperBowl is happening in about a week and celebrities from lists B through F are pretty much everywhere, I was fairly unimpressed. I mean, as a young dude, I was basically in brokeback-level love with the Incredible Hulk, so seeing Lou Ferrigno would have been as high up on my life achievement list as making out with Sheena Easton from the Bally's commercials, but just seeing the guy in a sea of losers at some parade somewhere? No thanks.
Then my brother stopped me. This wasn't a SuperBowl thing. This was the Phoenix Comicon, and he would be sitting in a booth where I could meet him, shake his hand and possibly ask him to toss a boulder into a car filled with villains trying to flee a bank robbery. Was I in? Absolutely.