The more I think about this question the more it begins bothers me. There are thousands of people, living and dead, who I would love to sit down and have a conversation. But what would happen if after meeting the people I've looked up to and admired my entire life, they turn out to be dicks. We usually exagerate our expectations, so that when we finally realize our desires, its anticlimactic. I don't want that to happen, so I'd just prefer to live the lie.............But dinner with Tom Waits would be cool