the only thing worse
than bad memories
is no memories at all..
[dismemberment plan]
9.12.2006
"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, BEETLEJUICE!"
I usually get over celebrity sightings pretty quickly, but I have to say that I JUST SAW SOMEBODY on the street that I never in my dreams would have thought I'd run into in the city.
It was a pretty surreal experience. At 10pm, I was just coming out of the subway station, back downtown from 110th Street on the 3 train, when over the din of my gigantic headphones, I heard this odd racket...
... You know when on TV, when someone gets shrunken down to a comically tiny size, whether through scientific lasers or some kind of magical bewitchery and/or sorcery, their resulting voice sounds like an "Alvin and the Chipmunks" cassette being played on fast-forward? This is what I heard.
I saw this very annoyed-looking, tall white guy walking towards me in a huff. Behind him, in the dark, I could barely make out a small black kid wearing a football jersey, yelling at him in this awful voice, shaking his fist in a rage.
But once our paths crossed, I quickly realized that the pint-sized black kid screaming profanities actually was no ordinary pint-sized black kid screaming profanities, it was actually BEETLEJUICE of Howard Stern fame!!!!
I was so blown away at seeing this 4'3" guy chewing out this enormous white guy (who may or may not have been Artie?), his head the size of a large-ish potato, his yellow teeth jutting out like the inside layers of a geode.
[Peek-a-Foo]