Florida, 2002:
Paul Reubens allegedly attends a wedding, whereupon an autograph seeker mentions that yours truly at one point had a framed picture of
Pee Wee Herman on his desk, and Paul says something like, "Why the hell...?". Maybe there was more of a conversation about "how do you know the bride/groom/bridegroom", etc., but I think the most important part came with that exchange. I fancy that in that instant of his "what the hell" question, HE was judging ME. And I also fancy that this exchange happened before he signed this piece of looseleaf paper and therefore some of his contempt for me as a fan, as a person who would have a framed picture of Pee-Wee Herman on a desk was transferred to his pen strokes.
As to the issue of authenticity of the piece, I direct you to
this website, that shows an example of Pee-Wee Herman's autograph. Examining the
various peewee herman autographs out there, his autograph thing was, "Your Pal, Pee-Wee Herman". Note the dash between pee and wee, as well as the handwriting, both the same as my autograph. This evidence can only mean one thing:
this is an authentic Pee Wee Herman autograph. But this one has a little something extra: the afore explained contempt for me. As a matter of fact, I will spare you the task of scrutinizing this image and those of other pee wee autographs and point out that the "r" in "Brian" seems to be doubled over, indicating a hesitation at leaving a permanent imperfection. A flawless autograph, on looseleaf paper or not, leaves no doubt as to his superiority over this Brian guy who allegedly had a framed picture of pee wee herman on his desk. Well done Paul, well done you sick SOB.
Looking further in to this Paul Reubens thing, the connection to Florida is that his family is from Sarasota, perhaps the same area that this wedding had taken place. Paul Reubenfeld was born in
Peekskill, NY, raising the possibility of brain damage from the
well-documented leakage from
Indian Point nuclear power plant located down the road. This would explain his choice of career direction.
Alas, he didn't sign it "your pal, Paul Reubens", for better or for worse. Probably as peewee it's worth more money. I'm not
the type to sell something like this on eBay (especially not for $2.99 + shipping), but if I were, this story would certainly drive the price through the roof.
By the way, the
Paul Reubens Wikipedia entry is great, but it doesn't mention what I think is one of his better post-arrest roles as
Derek Foreal in 2001's "Blow". <-- yes as a wiki entry I can edit it to include this information. No I am not going to do that. I don't owe Paul Reubens a damn thing. (Pee Wee, on the other hand...) You might think that as someone who once had a framed picture of Pee Wee Herman on his desk, I would know a lot about him. But I don't. The framed picture was nothing more than a random obsession, probably a result of some mild form of
mental illness.
Florida, 2002: Paul Reubens allegedly attends a wedding, whereupon an autograph seeker mentions that yours truly at one point had a framed picture of Pee Wee Herman on his desk, and Paul says something like, "Why the hell...?". Maybe there was more of a conversation about "how do you know the bride/groom/bridegroom", etc., but I think the most important part came with that exchange. I fancy that in that instant of his "what the hell" question, HE was judging ME. And I also fancy that this exchange happened before he signed this piece of looseleaf paper and therefore some of his contempt for me as a fan, as a person who would have a framed picture of Pee-Wee Herman on a desk was transferred to his pen strokes.
