WHO AM I?
This is a new feature we’re kicking off this week, so you’ll want to read the rules. (We’ll wait). Okay, now on to the “Words” segment:
I saw Robin Williams at the Virgin Megastore. He was looking at the DVD new releases. I was standing on the other side and I looked up. I saw him. And I saw him see me.
Let me be clear: Robin Williams looked like shit. I love Robin Williams, but he did. He was skinny and unshaven and his skin was almost gray. He was wearing an old army jacket.
The worst thing about it was he looked so sad.
Robin Williams! I wanted to say. You’re so funny!
But he didn’t look funny. He didn’t, at all. He looked like he might crumble away.
For a minute I just stood there and tried to decide how to go about saving Robin Williams’s life.
Maybe I could buy him an omelet or something, I thought.
I couldn’t think of anything else.
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