I once was a paparazzi pop-star
Trip Start
Jan 13, 2005
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Trip End
Apr 28, 2005
Only in L.A. can the average person like me become a camera-wielding, photo-snapping stalker of movie stars.
We were driving along Rodeo Drive when lo-and-behold Orlando Bloom pops out of a limo. What should a person do but scramble to capture the moment in eternity?! Snap, snap, snap! My triple-action multi-shot function camera caught the shadow of a star shaking hands. Aha! At last, I had come within feet of true popularity. I now know that movie stars are real and not animatronic robots, Hollywood is no bo-hunk, and none of it really affects me either way.
We were driving along Rodeo Drive when lo-and-behold Orlando Bloom pops out of a limo. What should a person do but scramble to capture the moment in eternity?! Snap, snap, snap! My triple-action multi-shot function camera caught the shadow of a star shaking hands. Aha! At last, I had come within feet of true popularity. I now know that movie stars are real and not animatronic robots, Hollywood is no bo-hunk, and none of it really affects me either way.

