I ran into John Larroquette at the Grove Park Inn in 1994. A time he was at the top of his game.
Went up to him to tell him how much I admired his work.
He blew me off.
Never watched anything he was in again.
Yeah, that’s part of the reason why I don’t approach.
Give them a decade or two and they’re hungry for the attention.
Tell you what, if I were these guys the fans would be my best friends. And as for the paparazzi, I’d pose and let them take all the photos they wanted.
These people are feeding your career. I laugh my ass off when these clowns get the notoriety they clamored for for years, and then they go postal when someone want to say high or take a photo.
God complex to the x.
Pay me $20 million a year, I’m part yours. It’s just the price you pay.
Don’t want the attention, quit. Don’t get in in the first place.