Years ago, before I'd moved to LA, I saw Jason Patric at a play. I was so excited and asked him for a picture - he said no. He said this was not his night, blah blah blah, and wouldn't budge even when I told him I was visiting from another state.
The other night was the first time I'd seen him since. Everyone waiting outside the event was talking about how mean he is. So mean, in fact, that when he walked by me, I didn't even ask for a picture, assuming he'd never do it. But, then, someone else asked and he started doing them. How could I pass that opportunity by? It may never come again! I don't even mind that he looks like he hates me in the picture.
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