Not sure when it was. Probably quite some time ago, either way he's got some problems. Poor old Vince Vaughn is having a very urgent conversation with himself, some would say an argument, on the street outside my window.

Now I can't quite make out the face of the man lying on the sundrenched sidewalk complaining about his missing money and his lost shoe. I can't make out a face but I would know that voice anywhere. Anywhere. It has simply got to be Vince Vaughn.

I'm not sure why a successful film actor and year round resident of Chicago may in fact be hanging out under a tree on the edge of Koreatown. I'm not sure what is so important that for at least an hour and a half this one sided discussion has raged fervently. I don't know because I can only make out every third word or so. What I do know is that people keep walking by unfazed by the fallen star before them. I think it may have had something to do with Jennifer Aniston. I don't know exactly how it's her fault but I have found that most tragedies in the world can somehow be linked to one or more of the cast members of the show Friends.

Man Hollywood is a strange town. While I was walking in the hills the other morning I'm pretty sure I saw Burt Reynolds grab a child in his jaws and drag that two year old out of a sandbox and into the bushes.

Lucky kid.