Luther's nephew Dobie wrote: ↑Sat May 22, 2021 8:09 pm
IVAN wrote:
You know who's insufferable???? Steven Seagal! The biggest prick that ever walked the earth! Really does think he's the baddest thing on the planet even though he's like 70 now and shaped like a donut, with that ugly grease in his hair. Apparently he had a big feud with Van Damme - once at Stallone's house it almost came to blows. I hear that Van Damme asked him to step outside and Seagal chickened out. Of course there's also that time when stuntman/judo expert Gene LeBell (who was MUCH older than Seagal) made him pass out and crap in his pants. But the dude just doesn't learn. Still talks crap. Can't understand people like that. I think he's in Russia now. Or spends a lot of time there. May he stay there."
Hi Ivan,
Steven Seagal tossed his US citizenship into the trash and is now an America slandering proud citizen of Russia and a dear friend of Rootin Tootin Putin.
Steven Seagal, who was not my "6 Degrees of Separation" but "Zero Degrees of Separation" buddy.
I posted my encounter with him somewhere on these boards awhile ago but kept the post in my Magnum Mania files, for what it's worth:
In 1990 I went outside Angelo's restaurant in NYC's Little Italy, across from SPQR, to fire up a Cuban cigar while my friends lingered inside over coffee.
My buddy Dave worked for the State Department and those boys always had Cubans.
Anyway I was leaning against the building, when a strikingly beautiful woman who seemed rather agitated approached me.
I recall thinking, this night just gets better and better.
She asked me for a light, edged close as a wind had come up, and I lit her cig. She thanked me when suddenly at her shoulder appeared a pony tailed man,
with a limo slowly keeping pace with him in the street.
In that neighborhood when a car lingers like that you look for somewhere to dive in case the bent nose boys were up to shenanigans.
On the other hand the girl was there. Suddenly Pony Tail grabbed her and snarled "get in the car" while glaring at me.
I'm 6'1 and not small yet slow to anger but was also full of McSorleys finest ale from the afternoon.
I figured him for 5'10 and about 30 pounds lighter so I glared right back into his eyes, as he DEMANDED to know what she said to me.
I started watching his hands just in case, and was going to tell him to go pound salt when she patted my arm and TOLD him to get in the limo, he was embarrassing her.
They left and 5 or 6 people ran up to me pleading to know what I had been saying to film star Kelly LeBrock and her husband Steven Seagal.
I had been thisclose to telling him to F off, little knowing that was how close I might have come to getting slaughtered. Actually I didn't know till later as I had never
heard of Seagal. Still, that's a good object lesson in not needlessly crossing swords with a stranger.
I won't judge him, everyone has bad nights with their better half and he was half in the bag, but he didn't make a good impression either.
As for Kelly, wow, the camera doesn't do her justice, if a ten is a nine that owns a bar, she must own a brewery and rates an eleven.