So one day i was riding the 123 train downtown on my way back to the offices of my internship at Mirabai Film. Mira Nair had me go to her home and go on her personal computer and organize her personal photos.
I sitting there in this nearly empty car writing every detail i can about Mira's apartment, the room she uses as an office/ yoga space, the hundred of photos she took of yoga gurus, filming features in England and India, her trips around the world, and candids of herself with Sofia Coppola and Uma thurman and such. Scribbling words down furiously trying not to loose one memory of how utterly cool i feel in this moment.
Knowing i am the envy of many of my film girlfriends. i am living one of those moments i hoped for when i was a trapped anxiety teenager dreaming of life in new york.
When teh train makes a stop and in rushes this scrawny lil man who sits down right next to me. so close in fact he is sitting on my jackets, rubbing elbows with me.
other then a couple of ghetto fabulous girls across from me standing at the adjacent doorway, a lone old man at one end of the car hunched over his paper and maybe a couple sitting together. there was no one on the car...plenty of spaces to sit and have some breathing room. but this d-bag practically sitting on me.
so me being very full of pride in this moment and really not one to ever back down from an opportunity to say fuck off. look up from my mole skin and get ready to have at it.
when who do i have leaning on me but Ethan Hawke????!!!!
WTF
Many questions and confusion arises in my head in this moments...first off why is Ethan Hawk on the train...why is he not taking a cab...why is he in Harlem....why is he on my coat playing with his sidekick....why am i not doing anything about this when it is so clearly annoying issue of personal space?
so you may think ..well maybe it was not him? but no it most certainly was...unmistakable. i mean he has gotten skinny since i wanted to fuck him over ben stiller in reality bites but this is the man.
as i am pondering all my questions i here the girls across from me talking to each other...
Hey thats the guy from 24....
yeah yeah thats him...
I rode with him arm to arm from Columbia to the Chelsea. Not a word. Not a gesture of consideration of space. Just me with my eyes forward thinking up thing i should say but didn't and him with his thumbs furious scrolling and typing in his sidekick.
i wonder if he noticed my studying how thin his ankle were compared to mine... or that i was trying to compare our shoes sizes. i don't think he noticed me checking him out in my peripherals to see if i could see his snaggle tooth.
he got off a stop before me and when he got up i felt my arm was cold with out him.
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