What I've suspected for some time now became crystal clear the other day. The vans that take tourists around the Hollywood Hills/Beverly Hills/Bel Air areas of L.A. to point out homes where they claim various celebs live have added a new attraction: my Karma.
The drivers stop in the middle of the street to point out my Karma while all the tourists dutifully grab their cameras to snap photos of it and gawk (and really, who could blame them?!
It's equal parts funny and disconcerting, but one thing is certain: I now exactly how those poor celebs feel being stalked by the paparazzi.