The room is full of eager freshmen, bursting to impress, convinced they're the funniest we've ever seen.
Mostly they run the usual gamut, from appalling to amusing. But there's one bright light, coalescing the humour, and spreading it across the stage.
We're transfixed. I turn to Molly and say "Him. All the way."
She nods without looking away from the scene.
Years later, I hear he's told strangers I taught him everything he knew. I know this is a lie, and I wonder if he does too.
The truth of it doesn't matter, as I look up at his billboard.
Thing about the "fateful encounters" is that, as broad-ranging as the category is, I've already done many of my moments in earlier drabbles. Not sure it's kosher to do that again.
Wow, ita. That's fantastic.
Um...P-C, I think I read more into it that I was supposed to. Or maybe I was just tired. But I actually truly think it's weightier than you're making it out to be.
Well...good, then! Because they always turn out less weighty than I intend.
And damn, ita, as usual.
Colin.
I'm not much for the fateful, but it was certainly quite the moment.
Farrell? Firth? ComaBoy from
Everwood
?
Pfah on those Colins. This one.
The not-murderer. Not that ita's Colin particularly appreciates the homonymy.
I am surprised that so many of these fateful encounters are autobiographical -- it seems even moreso than other drabble topics. I cannot think of a single "fateful" encounter with a person that I recognized at the time, nor one I remember so clearly that I can describe it later.
Not that ita's Colin particularly appreciates the homonymy.
No, it works for him. Keeps him familiar, without him having to go on Death Row.
I don't have that many (if any) fateful encounters. But I might not be in LA if I hadn't met him, so I can keep that one.
Every time I try and make up a fictional one, it seems overdone.
