This is a true story.
A friend of mine at work has a friend who used to go out with Dustin Hoffman's daughter. This friend of his was making a short film and Dustin agreed to let him use his house and do a cameo. So my friend went over to watch them make the movie and struck up a conversation with Dustin. They were chatting and playing with Dustin's granddaughter and whatever. And then Dustin said "You want to come to my car with me?" I, personally, probably would have said no. My friend said yes. So they went to his Prius and Dustin went into his glove compartment and pulls out some weed and they smoked together. At the end of the day, Dustin got his phone number.
So yesterday morning we were hanging out in my office and my friend's phone rang and he said hello and the person on the other end said "Hey, it's Dustin". Rain Man was calling because he was going to his daugher's house to play with his granddaughter and was wondering if my friend wanted to come "hang out". My friend said "I can't, Dustin, I have to work." Dustin respected that and said next time he'd call on a weekend or something.
I share this story with you for three reasons.
Reason #1: It's fucking insane!
Reason #2: I think it's interesting that no matter how big you are, it's still really hard to make friends. Oscar winners get lonely too, people.
Reason #3: It makes me sad because I think about all the things I miss out on because I don't smoke weed. I would have never gotten past Prius.