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LIVING THE DREAM

MY CHARLIE MURPHY STORY

01.20

Shortly after Chappelle went crazy and moved to Africa, I worked on a movie with Charlie Murphy.  I like to think we became acquainted to the point of facial recognition- not name, but I was confident if he ever saw me at a Trader Joes or in a prison lineup he’d vaguely remember me. 

One day, I was sitting at the Crack Bean, on Sunset and La Brea, when a dark figure with a large white smile walked in.  He was rockin some sort of hybrid coat, red alligator and suede with a napped finish, that had to be comprised of at least 5 dead animals (Baller!).   

I walked behind him, grabbed him firmly on the shoulder, and trying not to sound too Caucasian said, “Hey Charlie, what is up brother?”  When the figure turned around I realized I had just made an enormous mistake.  The man standing before me was none other than his majesty, the real king of comedy, the raw diggity: Eddie Murphy!  He paused for a second, looked into my eyes, and said, “that’s a first.” 

As we stood there, glaring at each other in awkward silence like an old couple dining at a Ponderosa, my brain was on overhaul, brimming with rejoinders:


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