1:38 pm, Washington Place and Sixth Avenue: Because I'm star-fasting, I pretended nothing had happened. I definitely did NOT see Little Steven from Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band and The Sopranos (he was good in this). He certainly wasn't huffing and puffing as he carried a duffel bag across the street and he totally did not have a large belly. If I were paying attention to the stars, I'd say he looked young. The moral of the story is: Fat Don't Crack.
Long Live Little Steven and his bandanna.