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I don't know if I mentioned this, but I actually worked for Harvey Weinstein. Kind of. In the early 1970's Harvey and a guy named Corky Berger were independent concert and entertainment promoters in Buffalo. The guy who lived across the hall from me in Goodyear Hall was a friend of Harvey's named Bill (I think they were roommates or dorm mates the previous year). When there was a show Harvey was promoting, he'd often come over to drop off a bunch of "Security" t-shirts. If you got a shirt from Bill you got to go to the concert. Your job was to walk around as a disincentive for the drunks to start causing trouble. If there was real trouble we just found a cop. Even though you didn't have a seat, you could hear the band pretty well.
We got to hear the band, he didn't have to pay for real security (other than the cops). Good quid pro quo I guess.
So I met Harvey and I can confirm he was an ass then too. Overweight. Running around like a hamster on an exercise wheel. Chain smoker. Never actually talked with him but I could hear him chattering with Bill.
Small world.
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