Meeting Argus Hamilton

So today as I was jogging around Sunset Boulevard in Beverly Hills AS I AM WONT TO DO I saw an old guy jog past me. He said, "hey." I returned the greeting. Then I turned around. He looked familiar.
"Wait. ARGUS?!"
The comics who are reading this account already know Argus Hamilton's bio. He is deeply entrenched in The Comedy Store's lore and had an affair with Mitzi Shore. If you listen to Marc Maron's WTF podcast you will hear him and his guest mention him every now and then.
Anyway, he said, "yeah." He began to walk toward me. "I thought you looked familiar. Are you from _______ ________ (I don't remember the place he said)?"
"Where?"
"Oh, never mind. I thought you were from AA."
I burst into laughter. Argus Hamilton mistook me for a junkie, you guys.
HAHAHAHAHAHA, Ooooooohhh.... ............... OooooOOOOoooohhhh........
.....anyway, he continued, "I don't know if the people who recognize me are from The Comedy Store or AA or where."
"Naw, man. I know you from The Store. I'm a comic myself. Don't you have a bit about Beverly Hills rehab or something?"
"Yeah. In fact, you interrupted a '70s coke fantasy I was having. My dealer-- she used to fly from Colombia to San Francisco, store the coke somewhere in the plane's bathroom-- we're talking HUNDREDS OF POUNDS of this stuff-- thenstock it in San Fran and drive back and forth from there to L.A. with it. That was GREAT POWDER, man."
...... on my life I swear that this is all true.
Me: "Oh, great, man. I didn't mean to interrupt your jog. I should get back to it myself."
"Yeah, let's get back to it. It's the best high in the world."
I wanted to say, "better than that coke from Colombia?" but I didn't want to be a dick.
Instead, I said, "Yeah, I'll see you around, man."

AND THAT IS MY ARGUS HAMILTON STORY, BITCHES.