re: John Goodman, how great is this man?

True story about John Goodman. I was shooting basketball in my grandparent's driveway when I was twelve.

A fat guy, drunk as a skunk, rolls up next to me on a bike clearly out of it and drooling. It was none other than John Goodman. He just sat there and stared at me for a few seconds and rolled off.

I thought I was insane until I discovered he had family close by. Apparently he dropped by for a visit, got hammered, went for a bike ride, stared at a twelve year old, and went back.