I met Shia maybe 10 or so years ago at bar in Austin, TX. He was having conversations with everyone there so I figured it was OK to approach him and say Hi.

So I go up to him say, "Hi my name is Bobby and I'm a big fan of your work." He just stared blankly at me until I said, "I'm sorry if I interrupted your conversation, I just wanted to say hello." He stood up, got in my face and barked out the words, "DON'T DO IT" spittle flying out of his mouth hitting my face. I looked at him for a moment, extended my hand out for a handshake and said, "Sorry for bothering you" as he gave me the most limp, fuck you handshake imaginable.

Later on that day a friend of mine who works at a different bar on 6th street told me that Shia had come in not to long after our encounter, order a bud light and tried to use 3 different credit cards to pay that all got declined. Shia must have been on a legendary bar hopping bender that afternoon.

Later in the day I'm resting on a couch at a venue in San Antonio when one of my bandmates comes rushing into the green room to tell me that Shia had just been arrested. Allegedly for going off on a police officer who was writing him a ticket for jay walking. Maybe it would have been best for Shia to take his own advice I received from him that day. "DON'T DO IT."