On Seeing Sylvester Stallone at a Basement Bargain

I saw him pick up two pairs of woolen socks, dirt cheap, maybe to keep his toes warm while he’s shooting his next film in Iceland. I walk up to him and ask him if he’d like my autograph. He smiles and says “Am I supposed to know you?” I smile back and say I’m the main stuntman for his next film. I tell him that in Iceland there are […]

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