He finally did it. Everyone who knew him told him the world wasn't ready and he did it anyway.

Chris Olaafson has indulged his personal fantasy of widespread acclaim and recognition by producing a documentary about himself.

We first met Olaafson in a dive bar in Prague where he had brought his own velvet rope and cordoned off the raised portion of tables above the dance floor, proclaiming it the VIP section and ordering 128 rum and cokes for his entourage.

We tried to tell him that the bar had run out of rum and was, in actuality, charging him the equivalent of $10 USD per cup of coca-cola. And it wasn't even name brand Coca-Cola, it was some cheap Czech rip-off.

I don't think he understood us because he kept repeating words like "Sick" and "Impossible call". We got pretty messed up that night and went to Darlings.