Standing on a street corner in NYC late at night, I realized the guy next to me was Hammer. He was wearing a signature silver jumpsuit, carrying a container of Chinese carry-out. I said something to my girlfriend. She didn't believe it was him. I told her we should not bother him.
He's entitled to privacy. As we crossed the street, a guy coming toward us turned around and yelled, "Yo, Hammer! Did you see him, man? That's Hammer!"