So crushed to see Mr. Williams go. Will never forget running in to him at Green Apple Books and Music in San Fran back in the late 90s, when I was a film student. I didnt know him at all, but as we flipped through CDs in an unpopulated area, there came a funny stench (likely from the stores resident feline). ROBIN. DID YOU FART? I asked. Surprised I was talking to him, he didnt miss a beat. ITS MY REVERSE MUSK. IS IT WORKING? We laughed and joked around, shopped. Later, at the check-out counter, he grabbed the CD out of my hand, laughing as I protested his generosity. ITS BEEN A GOOD YEAR. DONT WORRY ABOUT IT! I let him buy that for me, and I still have it. As he left the store, Mr. Williams set off the alarm and turned back, yelling to me RUN! as he left. So much light in that man. Goodbye, beautiful human.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 01:09:36 +0000