Almost everyone has a story about meeting a famous person, but mine is a doozy.
The thing is that it involves something that might get him in trouble with his job, so I can’t really say his name.
He is a professional wrestler, who has been around for many years, and has recently started doing cheap, indie action movies. He was always a favorite 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 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 my guy for an emergency order. Two hours later he was passed out on my buddy’s couch, having purchased his entire supply of cannabis, hit on his girlfriend, then puked and passed out. He was gone the next morning, even though no one saw him leave, so perhaps the marijuana fairy carried him off into the night. I will never know for sure.