Today I was walking through Pershing Park in downtown LA, during a noontime concert. Some very LA-looking bunch of guys were playing some funky-metal stuff. The lead singer stopped singing, pointed at me and yelled “Hey, it’s Ozzy!” – what could I do – I threw him the goats. I kept going, people pointed at me and nodded “hah, yeah…heh-heh” and then he shouted as I was exiting the park “Hey — I love your show!!”