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| Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Joel Grey |
"I ain't shit, never gone be shit
I smell like shit
I'm full of shit
I eat shit..."
An angel called Joel appears in a sea of people backstage at the Hollywood Bowl. Imagine being at a salon hosted by the fanciest folks in town, and the Oscar Wilde type catches you in his eyesight. And believe me, I met and hung out with some celebs that night. But none of them mattered. We locked eyes and I simply mouthed to Mr. Grey "You are my hero." He literally moved two people aside reached out for my hand and kissed it. Of course I did the ugly cry after I thanked him and turned away. I caught the holyghost and passed out.
What a town. Hooray for Hollyweird.
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