Oh my god.
My uncle has always been a man with a lot of great stories, and last time he was hear(we dont' see eachother often) he said he was going to write me a letter about an encounter he once had, that he knew I'd be interested in. This all was months ago. I just received the letter.
It's a story from 1987, in Amsterdam. About how he was in a pub reading the paper, and studying people which he does a lot. He encountered a young man with long black hair there, with a hat next to him and sunglasses on his nose to shield him from the morning sun. A young woman came over and they sat for a while and then she wanted to leave. They left, but the man forgot his hat. My uncle grabbed it and ran after tham to hand him back his hat. He wasn't aware who the man was, but the waitress told him when he returned at the pub(after scolding him from running away before paying).
I don't think I have to explain anyone here who that man was. Damn. I am incredibly impressed rigth now, my uncle has a way of writing that is like when you read his letters it's a brilliant novel you've always wanted to read.