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Let's see... I knew Clay Aiken before he was on American Idol. But then again, everybody else in Raleigh claims to now.
I've met Stephen Lynch a few times too. Great, genuine guy and funny as hell.
My aunt painted some murals in the house of some wrestler who's name I can't remember at the moment and invited me to go see them (murals) with the permission of of his wife (who was, if it matters to anybody, one of the nitro girls). Apparently however, the wife failed to mention this to her husband. I drive up and park next to my aunt's van and get out and start looking for her. Up comes this huge guy holding a bat. I just about jumped back into my car and hauled ass out of there. But my legs seemed to have their own agenda, which was apparently stand as rigidly as possible until the big man with the probable weapon reaches you. So he gets to me, asks me what I'm doing here, and apparently my voice was steady enough that he understood and, if gruffly, was really nice and took me to find her. The other thing that really got me about them was that they were complete, if you'll excuse my terminology, jesus freaks.
The only time I ever met somebody who was already famous and didn't immediately realize it was on my way home from San Antonio. This guy was at the curb of the airport having some problems getting his luggage out of the trunk of the car, so I walked over and helped him. He thanked me and when he finally turned towards me I realized he was Bruce Willis. I talked to him for a while about how much of a pain in the ass flying is getting to be and then, for fear of seeming like every other person that meets him, I didn't ask him for an autograph. Instead I said it was great talking to him, and went inside to catch my plane. Of course, without that autograph, not a single one of my friends will buy that I met him... Oh well.
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