Almost pretty much everyone has a story about meeting a famous person, but mine is a doozy, however the thing is that it involves something that might get him in trouble with his task, so I can’t really say his name… He is a professional wrestler, who has been around for numerous years, and has recently started doing cheap, indie action motion pictures.
He was always a preferred of mine, and a few years ago I caught him at a local wrestling show and asked for an autograph.
He was a super nice guy, and subtly asked if I knew where he could get some marijuana, i happened to be holding at the time, so all of us stepped out back and he twisted our marijuana up into a joint of legendary size. I mean, I had a fat sack of cannabis, enough to last myself and others for a whole week, and he twisted it up into one eight-paper monster! I was a little scared to smoke it, but I shouldn’t have worried, because his marijuana tolerance was so high he smoked almost all of it himself, from there, he needed more, so he asked if he could buy a quantity of quality marijuana, and I called up our guy for an emergency order. Two hours later he was passed out on our buddy’s couch, having purchased his entire supply of cannabis, hit on his husbandy, then puked and passed out. He was gone the next afternoon, even though no one saw him leave, so perhaps the marijuana fairy carried him off into the evening. I will never think for sure.