I was once interviewed for a K.I.T.H. documentary on obsessed fans. At the time of the interview I couldn’t form a sentence. I had tears streaming down my face and snot bubbling out of my nose and I just kept jumping up and down and screaming OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD because I was so excited to have finally met them.
My friend John and I were the only people in Denver who got ALL of their autographs because Kevin had explosive diarreah and had to be rushed back to the hotel. Also, we may have tried to follow them and they may have called the cops on us. That’s all speculation though.
Part of me is embarrased that I used to act like that and the other part of me thinks I’m an asshole for always being so cool and indifferent when I meet people now. You can’t work in the entertainment industry and become a blubbery baby every time someone you used to idolize gets within 5 feet of you. But still, I wish I wasn’t so jaded and bored with “the industry” that I still had it in me to get that excited about meeting someone. I guess there’s always Anthony Bourdain.
