Growing up, I was a huge fan of Robin Williams; I loved Toys, Aladdin and Planet of the Apes (he is hairy). Fisher King was a quality film and his accent wasnt that aweful in Goodwill Hunting. Patch Adams convinced me to go to law school instead of med school, so that was good for some patients.
I was visiting NYC and sipping coffee at Starbucks with the fiancee at the time and a friend. We were having our usual conversation of mocking asians, lawyers and jews. I look left and see a hairy man walk into Starbucks with what I assume was 15 year old asian boy. I pointed out what could have been Robin Williams to my friend. He thinks it is him, wife agrees, I look closer. The hairy man had purple hair a leathery face and just looked aweful. The asian boy was uncomfortably close to him. I shared these thoughts with the table.
- Dude, that's not Robin Williams, that guy is way too old. Purple freaking hair. Looks drunk, run down and what's with the asian boy toy.
The man walks quickly through the store, gets his order quickly and runs out of the store with the asian boy closely at hand.
As I went to get a slice of pumpkin bread I inquired if I was the only one who thought that man looked like a crappy version of the Fisher King. The barrista informed me that it was the Genie and that Mork came in almost every night to get his mocha whatever whatever.
A week later, Robin Williams checked into rehab. I like to think I had a hand in pushing him into improving his life.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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