After the preview screening tonight at the Riverview, someone approached me, asking me about the story with which I regaled you all the last time. Yes, the tale of my little bit of vigilantism has spread far and wide, apparently; people have labeled me everything from 'miscreant' to 'hero.' It's strange, though: All that had to happen was for me to almost get my head split open—only squares wear helmets, man—by an ignorant motorist in her too-big car.
I also got to meet four different celebrities there: Ned Beatty, Gil Bellows, Tim Guinee, and one Ethan Cherin, with whom I hadn't spoken since the last day of high school.
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