So yesterday I'm parking my bike on the mall when some reporter comes up to me with his cameraman asking for me to tell them about if I'm having any problems doing my job with this whole G8 thing going on. They were real polite so I blabbed something out for the camera and walked away. I was hoping they wouldn't use it, but on my very first pick-up this morning, I hear some voice from around the corner, "Oh my movie star! Can I get your autograph, Mr. Moviestar?". Oh shit, busted!