last night i dreamt that jeff goldblum was a little bit sick, idk, a light cold, just enough that he wanted to rest a bit instead of working. and he used a small vacant store that was like a kiosk and sat there and you could just… walk up to him and talk to him and get autographs. after three days when he felt better again he was gone and from each day there was a big black sketchbook still lying on the shop window because he wrote 90% of the autographs he was asked for in these books but apparently the fans didn’t know they could like, rip out their page?? and so there were just three books left filled with his signature and dedications i could flip through.
This all seems quite plausible, except the part about the fans leaving the autographs in place.
Mooncustafer 