I was told that once, actor, director and musician Tom Waits was interviewed by a journalist whose best friend, Sven, was a huge fan of Waits's. So after, in behalf of his friend, the journalist would politely ask, if Waits was willing to sign some CD booklets. Waits refused.
In order to persuade him, the journalist said: "But he's got all your records!" Waits then asked for a piece of paper and a pen, inquired the friend's name, wrote a few words, handed the piece of paper over to the journalist and left with a curt goodbye.
When Waits had left, the journalist read: "Sven! I heard you got all my records. I want them back! Tom Waits."
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