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Is Cleveland huge?

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Interesting take - could be the beginning of a new trend of celeb-spotting journalism. Perhaps a few hints might help

Thank you for your interest.

Compared to the human behind, Cleveland is huge.

In the past I had to decide if I was going to cannabalize my life for my writing or live for it's own sake. I decided to do the latter. Sorry, I can't identify my subjects.

That was by far the most interesting thing that's happened to me in a while. I'm still thinking about it. Alas, no phone calls or emails from that friend so they aren't trying to contact me that way.

I'm only guessing, but could it be "The Wire"?

Dave

Sorry but I can't identify my subjects. . .

You know, I was looking them up on their website just the night before I "met" them. You never know what's going to happen. I mean, you do most of the time but then there's that percentage of the time that you don't.

In the eighties I was sitting in a mall in an upscale area not far from a well-known hotel and there's Bono. He's sitting on the same bench I am on and he doesn't smell too good or look that great. Maybe he walked from that hotel to mingle with the local people. It was all very disorienting because I was having a low blood sugar episode and trying to feed myself some noodles with chopsticks and wondering if it was really him. He didn't say a word. It was him though. And he's watching me with horror because I have low blood sugar and I'm missing my mouth with the noodles. Why did I have to interact with him that way? It really did look like him and I've heard it intimated that he had some kind of drug problem so maybe that would explain the smell.

After the movie, The Titanic hit, I was in that same mall in a large chain bookstore (sorry Amazon) and who comes in but Leonardo DiCaprio. He had greasy brown hair and was up to something, meeting a friend there. It was definately him because when I saw his picture in a magazine around that time, he had brown hair like I saw. The wierd thing was, there were dozens of people in that bookstore and none of them recognized him. This was when he was one of the hottest stars on the planet. I felt disoriented because no one is noticing this fairly tall guy and his friend slinking around the store with their back packs up to something. I even said to some people, "there's Leonardo DiCaprio" but no one responded. It was him.

After that when Andy Dick was at the height of his fame to date, he was in that same bookstore browsing books in the middle of dozens of people. No one even looked at him. He looked just like he did on TV. I felt like saying something, but what would I say and who would I say it to? Of these three celebrities, he looked the cleanest.

Then about six months ago I was walking into the aforementioned upscale hotel to go to their beach and there were these shirtless, barefoot, magnificent professional surfers standing there waiting for their ride. I was wearing a T shirt from a surf line. They all turned and looked at me. I wasn't expecting that. If I could think on my feet, I could have done God knows what. I could have said, "Hello, how are you?" or something clever like that. That was the first time I've seen single men at that hotel and I've been going there since the 1960's. I could have told them I was there to give them a ride and piled them into my car. But I didn't do anything but think about them for weeks. When I was younger I also saw a President Nixon and Aerosmith at that hotel. My best friend touched Nixon's coat (that was a different time). I palled around with the children of the Beatles manager when I was a child and lived next door to that hotel. They would bring him the phone on a tray when he sat in the pool.