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So I have been “in” show business for eight years now and have met a fair share of famous people. Some are okay, some are assholes, and nearly every one of them is affected. I have met a handful, though, who are as exactly as you wish them to be. John Waters is one. He is as every bit as sweet, odd, and brilliant as you would think. The Rock was a super guy and Will Smith the same. Two dudes who appreciated where they were and remembered where they came from. Willie Nelson is probably the ultimate example of a famous person being exactly the way you wished them to be, but I can’t really include him on this list because he is a god (a god who tells the corniest fucking jokes you have ever heard, but a god nonetheless).

The other day I had the fucking-A pleasure of getting to sit down with Lemmy from—I don’t feel I need to say which band Lemmy has fronted for the past 30 years but just in case, Motörhead. And take it from me, kids, chalk him up in the category of a really famous person being exactly as you would wish them to be—and much, much more. I walk in and he was drinking whiskey, dressed in black, and watching a documentary on World War II on the History Channel. He was charming, really sharp, and funny as fuck. Completely down to earth. I actually was star struck and pretty nervous for most of the interview, but Lemmy was so personable and, like Willie, his jokes were so goddamn corny I was finally able to settle down and talk a little with him. I would like to write more about how much I think of Lemmy right now but I am in Big Sur for Carnie’s wedding and I ain’t exactly sober. So, without further doo-doo, here is my one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer with one of the coolest men ever to shit between two boots: LEMMY. Wahoo!