Turns Out I'm a Stalker

Because it's a bit more sexy and mysterious. Yet, if you've read the previous post, I'm an Unsuccessful Sexy and Mysterious Stalker. I remain Farrell and Cusackless to this day. But here are a few guys I did run into at the Toronto Film Festival.

This other fine Irish Actor.


This Presley Fan coming into the club I was exiting.


And in Malibu, I saw this suave British actor eating at Nobu's.


And this Anit-Semite smoking a cigarette


And this...ur, ah, Rocker-Turned-TV-Star-Turned-God-Knows-What


And in Chicago, because I paid a bajillion dollars for a ticket, My Jeff Tweedy.


To hear the whole sordid Couch-Surfing Chicago story, stop back on Friday.
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