“When are you getting starred?” Hendrix Hart, age 8, asked his father.
There was still an hour left before Kevin Hart was set to receive his star on the Walk of Fame, and his son was tired of waiting. The Hollywood Roosevelt hotel, where the Hart clan had been given a room to change before the ceremony, wasn’t exactly kid-friendly. One hotel guest was sitting nearby openly smoking a joint, while the European tourists sunbathing by the pool at 9 a.m. opted for cigarettes.
“I’m almost done with this, then we’re going to get dressed,” Kevin explained.
“Dad, can I wear a T-shirt and not the button shirt?”...