And yes, I do realize that I preluded this story by saying I had a bad tasting prick in my mouth and I like to expose dickhead. It's not what it sounds like, I swear.
First off, Busey had the nerve to charge $30 per autograph - everyone else in the place was charging 20 tops. Fair enough, I wanted my Gingerdead Man DVD signed and damnit I was gonna get it no matter the cost. Now i'm fully aware of who Gary Busey is - he's a whacked out nutjob to the highest degree - and that's precisely one of the reasons I wanted to meet him. He's nutso, that's why we love him. I figured he'd say some whacky shit to me, i'd get my autograph, and i'd be on my merry way, feeling like my 30 dollars was well spent. As I approached his table, it became real clear to me real quickly that not only was I not going to get an off the wall comment, but that I wasn't going to even be acknowledged at all by the great Busey. When I first got to his table, Gary was chastising the Monster Mania staff for something or other and it took him a good minute before he even picked up his pen and started signing my DVD. And wouldn't ya know it, for 30 of my hard earned dollars, Gary Busey did not even look up at me, say a single word to me, shake my hand, or even acknowledge my presence. Instead, he let his handler do all the talking. Not only did he treat me like I wasn't even there, but when I asked his handler if I could get a picture with Busey, he told me it'd be an additional 20 dollars, on top of the 30 I already spent. That's 50 dollars to get a signature and a picture with a guy who couldn't fucking care less that you were even paying a single penny to meet his sorry horse faced ass!!! I know you're whacked out of your skull Gary but couldn't you at least show some respect for the people who care enough about you to drop their hard earned dollars to meet your crazy ass? Fuck you, sir! Truth be told, I would've much preferred Busey have been a dick to me (aka pull out my endocrine system) over the way things went down - at least it would've been a more memorable story.
Thankfully, Full Moon's Charles Band made up for this little visit with Busey later on in the night. After he did the whole Full Moon Roadshow (which I was too passed out from strong drink to attend), Band signed autographs until around 1 in the morning and I decided to get my Gingerdead DVD signed by him too, being that he directed it. When I handed him the DVD he said, "Oh, you got Busey to sign this, huh?", and I told him the whole story and he put this awesome little touch on the DVD....
Feeling bad for the fact that Busey was such a jerk to me, Band even gave me Gingerdead 2 on DVD for free. On top of that, he only charged five bucks for his autograph. That got a little bit of the sour taste out of my mouth, so thank you Charles Band.
It's not often that I have a bad encounter with a celebrity at horror conventions, in fact, most of the people I meet are incredibly gracious and kind, but there's always that one bad apple out there and it's almost always the guys who are the bigger names there who aren't so much a part of the horror community as they are actors who have done one or two horror movies in their career. Oh well, truth be told, i'm just happy to have my Gingerdead Man DVD signed. Gotta take the good with the bad.
By the way, if anyone has pictures of Busey stealing ice cream in his pajamas this past weekend, please send them my way!