I came up to him and said I was a huge fan. He got a huge smile on hisnface and said, "Really?!" And said he wanted to take a sceneic picture outside, the garden here is beautiful. I said sure, I was elated he would take a picture of littlenol' me, and he walked, but then said we should go to the back, where the garden is apparently radical. I obliged, and then when we reached the back he beat the living shit out of me, within an inch of my life and told me to never talk to him again or he'd fucking kill my family and then me