Brushes with fame

Long ago at Princeton, Allen Ginsberg stepped on my professor's head.

"How did this happen?" I asked the friend who told me.

"He was lying on the floor, apparently, and Ginsberg just stepped on his head. Ginsberg was like, 'I'm so sorry!' and he was like, 'No, really, don't worry about it.'"

I'd write more, but how could I?