This happened when I was in LA in July. My friend Ed is a mostly native LA guy and knows his way around. After we had drinks at an English pub another friend from London-Australia-Egypt showed up and when Ed let slip that we were right near all the fancy premiere theaters and the stars on the sidewalks, Karim and I decided we had to see this piece of history and made Ed take us over there. I was pretty sure Artoo Detoo has footprints in cement, and I turned out to be right at about 1:45 in the morning.

Karim was really hungry though, and the only place still open was a pizza joint housing a super, super drunk girl. Her friends waited until we sat down at the next table and then bolted, and like a newly-hatched duckling she imprinted on us. Or… on me. She wanted chocolate milk. Karim slowly ate two large pieces of pizza while I tried to explain to the drunk girl that pizza places don’t have chocolate milk. She became angrier and angrier and started shouting that she wanted me to leave.

Karim slowly ate more pizza and the girl ended up silently acting out her anger immediately behind me. You know those moments where bad guys run from the good guy and the good guy thinks he’s badass until a moment later when he realizes it’s a dragon behind him that they’re actually running from? This is as close as I have been to a moment like that.