Usually, as you all know, I am mistaken for Greg Grunberg (see picture at right). This isn't a bad thing except when people don't believe that I'm not him. This happened a few weeks ago when a woman was so sure I was Mr. Grunberg that she told me, "unless I see two forms of ID to prove you aren't him, I'm not leaving you alone." I thought she was kidding. She wasn't. Anyway, while in downtown Minneapolis today, I was mistaken for another celebrity. Who you ask? Well, let me tell you a story....Walking out of St. Thomas, I headed toward Hennepin Ave (I had a free parking voucher for a garage near The Saloon. So, as I cross the street, a guy starts shouting at me.
I love when someone starts with the following opener:
"Holy SHIT! Do you know who you are?"
If you answer, "No," and walk off, a person will follow you.
If you answer, "Yes," then they expect you to be a buddy.
I split the middle ground: "Maybe. Who wants to know?"
I start to walk away. I want to get home.
"NO, wait, DUUUUUDDE! I love you. You're awesome. Oh my God. What are you doing here? Don't you have a show in like an hour?"
"Yeah, but I need to relax. You know...work out the nervousness."
"Huh?"
"Look, who do you think I am?"
"Dude. You're FUCKING HENRY ROLLINS!"
I managed to lose this guy, but explain to me this: How do I go from Greg Grunberg to Henry Rollins. I seriously do not get it. Yes, I was wearing a black t-shirt, but I don't have the cool factor, the tattoos, or the (to be frank) age.
Don't get me wrong, I think Rollins is awesome. His music is interesting, he's quite a good comedian, and if you overlook Johnny Mnemonic, he's not a bad actor. (Side note: JM was not his fault, but it was...not so good, "Just Johnny.")
Hey, it would be cool if I were Greg Grunberg or Henry Rollins. I'm not. I'm just plain ole Leab.
For better or for worse.
Unfortunately for a friend of mine, he looks like Brad Pitt. His life is SOOOO rough. Bastard.
Then again, what do I know? I wasn't the guy who played the Pilot on Lost. I could be wrong.
3 comments:
you must have looked super pissed that day.......where you carrying a guitar, perhaps a baseball bat???
It's possible. My meeting didn't go very well.
My deal is, I don't look like a particular celebrity, but I have a very common "look." Nearly-shaved head, small glasses, and perpetual stubble.
When my wife and I go out, it's a rare night I don't see 20 men who look identical to me.
But the thing is, my thought is always that they manage to pull it off, I don't. I think they look distinguished but that I look ridiculous.
You could do worse than look like Henry Rollins, though for the life of me I don't understand the world's contention that he's some intellectual. Yeah, the world needs more angry poets.
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