It was exactly 2:00pm when I heard some motorcycles pull up outside the room where we were going to shoot an interview with actor Mickey Rourke for Italian TV. I looked out the window to the driveway below and there was the man in person – the baddest of the Hollywood bad boys. He was riding his own motorcycle – a big harley. With him were two other lone riders who looked like Hells Angels that escaped from central casting. They parked along the wall in the driveway just before it entered the underground parking garage. Their engines revved loudly and then all was quiet.
Just as the boy were getting on their feet, a Rolls Royce drove out from the underground parking lot and stopped. A stately looking woman is her 50’s stuck her head out the driver’s window. “I’m sorry but you can’t park there,” she said in a loud authoritative voice.
Mickey had just removed his Helmet and was attaching it to the bike. He looked up at the women with his famous bad boy scowl. “Oh yeah,” he said to the woman. “Says who?”
The woman was not intimidated. She opened the door and stood up just outside the vehicle. “You’re blocking the driveway,” she said angrily. “The cars coming out will not be able to get to the street if you are parked there.”
Mickey and the two hells angels looked at each other, then turned back to the woman. “Fuck you, bitch,” one of the Angels laughed. “Get a smaller car.”
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