Words are insufficient, but if I had to, I’d liken his laugh to a band of jolly cherubs.

Kavi once sat me down on a bench and told me that I was sitting in the exact spot that Clive Owen had sat a week earlier. He then took me on a 45 minute tour of U of M’s campus to retrace the steps of Clive Owen the previous week. …The steps that Kavi could only know because he had casually stalked Clive Owen for an afternoon. … Or an entire day? The details of the stalking were hard to get out of him. There was a lot of giggling.