I don’t go in for celebrity chasing or autographs. I do admire Johnny Depp’s acting talent and variety of roles he has chosen. But…

One day friends hear there’s a movie crew in town with Johnny Depp. They trail after the filming over several days. They ask me for a ride when the filming is near my area, so I take them and park in the general vicinity. They go off a few blocks where the action is. I sit alone in the grass leafing through an old Rolling Stone magazine they’d accidentally left behind that has a cover story on Johnny Depp.

A van pulls up and Johnny Depp and another guy get out to head over where the cameras and stuff are. I KNOW my friends will disembowel me if I don’t get their blasted magazine autographed but HATE getting in Depp’s way for it. I reluctantly ask if he’d mind signing it. He’s so cool about it, asks what I wanted written, thumbs through the article, makes fun of one of the photos of himself. I quickly thank him and try to politely get my stupid-fan-butt out of his life, but he actually calls over to me to thank me! An autograph hunter’s dream, eh? Very gracious. Very much a gentleman.

My friends appreciate my effort, but think it’s so unfair that fate would give me the opportunity they’d dreamed of and slogged all over town to get.

I think I would not cope well with fame or fans.