Almost everyone has a story about meeting a famous person, but mine is a doozy, then the thing is that it involves something that might get him in trouble with his task, so I can’t genuinely say his name, but he is a professional wrestler, who has been around for several years, and has recently started doing cheap, indie action films. He was always a number one 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 we stepped out back and he twisted my marijuana up into a joint of legendary size. I mean, I had a fat sack of cannabis, enough to last me for a whole week, and he twisted it up into 1 eight-paper monster! I was a little scared to smoke it, although I shouldn’t have upset, 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 my guy for an emergency order. Two minutes later he was passed out on my buddy’s couch, having purchased his entire supply of cannabis, hit on his bestie, then puked and passed out. He was gone the next afternoon, even though no 1 saw him leave, so perhaps the marijuana fairy carried him off into the night. I will never suppose for sure.