Whether it was actually his idea or just some media lackey posturing behind Jimmy Smits' famously pearly whites, I cannot say. All I know is I saw friends and colleagues getting chased out of the pool area and restaurant just cuz he
vanted to be alone -- that was fucked up and, yes, I got pissed when some stuffed cheapsuit security prick told Media he couldn't take any pix. Meanwhile, Smits is sitting up on the diving board basking in the attention. Funny how quick they forget they were once hubcap-stealing nobodies from Brooklyn, and leap at the chance to make the fans that put them there feel like shit -- that SUX.
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