Some OC: Meeting my favourite actor

I was in New York last month. As a German tourist, who doesn't travel much, I was amazed that you could see so many celebrities there. I didn't want to be annyoing and didn't bother them and I was distracted that every courner I turned I saw another one.
Well anyway, so I was going to one of those barber shops in a side street and who did I meet there? Just one of my favourite actors of all time - Brendan Fraser. I was a bit distraught seeing him with deep eye bags and red eyes and discolored, straw-like hair, but hey I thought, I saw enough pictures of celbrities without makeup, maybe he had a rough night, probably busy with work.
Brendan mumbled something to the barber. The barber, a souther european looking fella with a big black mustache just shook his head. He replied to Brendan: "Come back when you have some money". Brendan moaned depressingly and got louder: "How do you think, sir, I am going to get money, if my bitch of my wife JUST takes it from me?" The barber replied: "Surely, you still can get an acting role, right? With that Brendan screamed on the top of his lungs, flung up from the chair. He took the scissors away from the barber, pushed him back and in a type of demonic rage just started to cut at his hair.
He absolutely fucked his own shit up, screaming and crying like a child throwing a fit. Suddenly he screamed in pain as he accidently deeply cut into his skin. Blood and tears drippling down his face.
The barber threw him out, Brendan collapsed into a puddle. "Poor guy" I said, the barber barely looking up from cleaning the mess Fraser left, just said: "He is always like that at the end of the month, alimony is due tomorrow and he had to put his dog down, couldn't pay the medical bills.