One of the women I knew at UCSC, and had taken a ride-board trip to LA with, disappeared and
then ended up appearing in a Savage Steve Holland film.
Saw Jamie Gertz and Corey Haim on the opening night of
The Lost Boys, in Westwood. Jamie was cool and low-key, leaving a showing before mine. Just before my showing, the theater manager came out to greet Corey Haim; Haim was in a silk overcoat with a sizable entourage, and looked like 100% douche.
I saw Robin Williams shuffling along Clement Street in San Francisco, near Green Apple Books; he was trying not to be recognized, and was walking really furtively. He looked half-homeless.
Max Hardcore at LAX, near the domestic gates. Dude was stomping around in a cowboy hat and looked pissed off.
Quentin Tarantino and I used to talk a lot when he was a video clerk in Manhattan Beach. I was also friends with the girl he named the chopper after, and the real-life Winston Wolff. I knew Roger Avery as well, but we didn't really talk. Steve-O was a dick.