Back to high school, on closing night of Brighton Beach Memoirs. I got there just as I was delivering Eugene's last monologue.
Then I hung out backstage for a while. No one was really asking who I was, but evenutally I trew all the rules of time travel out the window, and just told people: I'm a time traveler. I'm Rob, grown up.
None of the kids backstage believed me. It was only the crew back there -- I think the actors (including myself) were taking their curtain call. And I never did get to have a conversation with myself before I was called back to the future.
Time travelers, be good to your younger selves. Don't interfere.
Rob
Sunday, September 05, 2010
I Dreamed Last Night I Went Back In Time
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Ok, so you were the guy I saw vanish in a puff of consciousness as we were coming backstage.
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