As a messenger in NYC when i was 18 or so, I met Woody Allen ( as someone already said: before i knew what a creep he was) and John Belushi. But the one i remember most vividly was Faye Dunaway (circa 1976) i rang the bell at her apartment at the Dakota Building (famous for John Lennon's death about 4 years later) and she invited me in while she finished writing a letter to her agent for me to deliver. She was in a bathrobe, and we were alone!

Much less interestingly, but also in the mid 1970's,Willie Mosconi, the pool playing champion came into the pool hall i hung out in around 2AM and put on a show for my friends and me....

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I used to be disgusted..