My gig was watching Jonah Hill. From a distance, that is; I was in
hidden surveillance. He hung out at an intersection in the city, with a
brownstone at one corner, an art deco skyscraper at the next, a small
copse of bamboo -- in which I'd encamped myself -- opposite from the
brownstone, and a white brick industrial building at the other. At the
bottom floor of the skyscraper were the comic book store and sub shop
Jonah liked to hang out at. He was talking to Seth Rogen, who stood on
a black metal balcony on the second floor o the white brick industrial
building. I couldn't hear them but I could see the laughs. I could also
see Seth startle, stand straight up, and point as the four ninjas
swooped out of the shadows and snatched poor Jonah. Read More >>