Freak or Famous?
Freak or Famous?
The first experience was in the late 70's or early 80's in Westwood California, home of UCLA. I was with some friends one Saturday night to see a movie. We were wasting time before the movie by going into the different shops and browsing. We were in a T-shirt shop looking at all of the humorous shirts when I noticed this guy standing a few feet away with his back to me. I almost laughed out loud. It wasn't very cold out, but he was wearing a very large OD green army jacket. He wasn't very tall, but he filled out the jacket pretty well (think muscular, not fat). He had a bright orange knit cap on. Coming out from under the jacket were two legs in bright orange tights. Yes, bright orange tights. His shoes were black high top canvas Converse Allstars. My impression was of the worlds largest green olive, with pimento sticking out the top and bottom. First impression ... Weirdo.
Just then he spoke, or I should say shouted to his friend in the store while pointing up at a shirt, "HEY!!! LOOK!!! I'M WITH STUPID!!! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" At that moment, I immediately knew from the very unmistakable voice, it was Mr. T! I maneuvered around to get a front view. Sure enough, Mr. T, shorter than I thought he'd be, wearing enough gold to sink a small boat. So it was all right. It was Mr. T.
The second experience was at a gun shop in the San Fernando Valley called The Pony Express Gun Shop (long since gone out of business). Again, probably late 70's or early 80's. I was just browsing their nice selection of antique and historical rifles when I saw someone at the counter that caught my eye. Again, his back was toward me and he was dressed very uniquely. He had jet black hair combed into a DA. He had a black silk long sleeve shirt. He had black pants with silver conchos down the sides of his legs. His belt was black with silver conchos. He wore black cowboy boots with silver accents. I could see silver rings on his fingers. Ok, who dresses like that out in public? A giant mariachi?!? First impression ... Weirdo.
Just then he spoke, asking the man behind the counter to see something in the case. On the very first word out of his mouth I knew it was "The Man in Black", Johnny Cash. There he stood, much taller than I thought he's be. With the boots, he must have been a whole head taller than me. He looked "right" in black and silver, as if anything else would be a costume of some kind for him. So it was all right. It was Johnny Cash.
Anyway, I was just thinking about this after my Vanity Planes post, and though it fit pretty well into "Making an Impression".