Best Story Never Told.
Hey everybody. One thing I've noticed about the family is that we tend to be pretty close and like to share what's going on in our lives. Well I though it might be kind of neat to share stories about stories about some of the interesting things that have happened in our lives. Some can be good, some can be bad some can be just funny. Go ahead and have fun with it :).
I'll start us off with one of the coolest things that ever happened to me.
Ever since I was about 12 I was a huge fan of Japanese animation (or anime), and found it an inspiration for my armature writing. About 11 years ago I got together with an illustrator and we created the "Otaku Hero", a stereotyped super anime nerd who has misadventures trying to live up to his favorite animated heros. He fought gangs while running to the video game store, he got lost for days on his quest for pocky (a popular Japanese snack), all sorts of misadventures that usually end up with him being a lovable looser. Well this got a bit popular at our local anime convention and we got an invite to create a story anthology to be sold at several conventions across the country.
It was amazing I was living out one of my dreams. I went to Chicago, Seattle, New York, L.A., all kinds of cities selling and signing my book.
One day I'm sitting at my table signing books and chatting with fans about various anime things, when I look up and my favorite voice actress of all time was standing before me asking for an autograph. Now this lady wasn't just a great voice actress, she was also beautiful, I'm not ashamed to admit I had a bit of a celebrity crush on her at the time. Well we get to talking and she decides to join me at the table and do some of her own autographs so we can talk. The next thing I know we're sitting at dinner still talking. We spent all night chatting it up and laughing. I had gone from distant admirer to friend of one of my favorite stars ever.
The next day the convention was over and we went our separate ways. Now we still talk, but have never got to meet up again. That was still one of the coolest things that ever happened to me.
Way cool Who, thanks for sharing!
I have been fortunate to meet several celebs in my time. Steven Seagal, Craig Nelson, and most recently I had tea with Wilford Brimley ( Just to name drop a few ;) )
On a side note, my dad served a week as John Wayne's private bartender while he was on vacation here in Cody.
Great thread Who!
Best Story Never Told.
Since this is a bit of a celebrity theme at the moment...
I was working a job in Wichita KS back in '08, and had been there on an off for almost a month.
My colleagues and I had gotten to know the area pretty well, which isn't all that normal, as its usually just work, work, work.
It was a Friday night in late September, and we'd taken the hotel shuttle to Old Town for some dinner and a little R&R. After dinner, we found ourselves at this really awesome little establishment called Mort's Cigar Bar, that offered great adult beverages and any sort of premium stogie you'd ever hope to find!
We were sitting outside under the heaters enjoying our drinks and happily puffing away on some $10 sticks, chatting with a couple of locals about the live jazz music that was being played. These locals were already well lubricated, so it was as much fun watching and listening to them as it was the show (the music was fantastic btw).
They had just told us, the night before, had met the one and only Neil Young at this very spot! Needless to say, we were totally skeptical, considering the level of indulgence of our new friends. It was a cool story though.
Well, about 20 minutes later, I looked over towards a dark corner of the area, and there stands Mr. Young, by himself and in the flesh, just totally and quietly enjoying the tunes! I was flabbergasted! After the second triple-take (and wondering just how much I'd had to drink), I was convinced it really was him!
Having had a few myself, I unabashedly picked up my drink, walked over to him, and introduced myself. The next 45 minutes was some of the best conversation I've ever had!
Neil Young, it turns out, is really into custom rides, and Wichita is home to some of the best places in the country to get that type of work done...that's what he was there for. He was the most approachable, normal kind of guy you'd ever hope to meet. I didn't ask for a picture, or an autograph, just stood there shooting the breeze with a folk-rock Icon, discussing music and cars, like two dudes at a bar should.
After again shaking his hand, and thanking him for his time, I went and sat back down with my buddies, who just sat there gaping. Within a few minutes, Neil Young slipped quietly out the side entrance, just like he came in, and off into the night.
That was a very cool experience for me :)
Cool thread Who!
I've never met any celebrities. I hung out with and was hit on :o by Steve Jackson (he has a Wikipedia page, does that count as a celebrity??). I've been an extra in a couple tv shows and a movie, but those aren't very interesting stories.
It's going to be long, but my most interesting story...
To set the story up, at the time I was 18 yrs old, working 40 hours a week and going to school 18 credit hours. Which meant I'd leave for work at 10pm, get off at 7am, go home to shower and get dressed for school, go to school from 9am-5pm and get home around 5:30-6pm and sleep for a few hours before going to work. It was rough! After 4 months of this I decided to take a 3 hour (200 mile) trip to visit friends. At the time I lived with my parents and my mom didn't like the idea of me staying with these friends (they were males) so I had to be home by 2am. I told her that wasn't enough time and if I fell asleep driving and got in a wreck it would be her fault (I DO NOT recommend ever saying anything like that!!). So I drove up, had a great time and started back for home around 11pm. 30 min. into the drive I was dozing, so I pulled over for a short nap. The only thing I remember after that are flashes of road as I drifted in and out of sleep. I was sleep driving, which is like sleep walking only faster and slightly more dangerous.
I also remember that when I was about 30 miles from home I went straight through a red light and a cop pulled me over. I was asleep when he walked up to my truck, I had him repeat what he was saying because I couldn't focus and I was asleep when he walked up to hand me my drivers license back and told me "don't run anymore red lights".
The next time I woke up was about 15 miles later. I was asleep, sitting at a red light and my phone was ringing. It was my mom asking where I was. I told her I was just down the road and I'd be home in a few.
The next thing I knew (about 10 miles down the road) my eyes shot open and I felt like I was on a roller coaster! I was bumping around and flying through the air. Then I woke up, there was gritty stuff in my mouth (broken glass), and my radio was swinging over my head. I turned the truck off, put the radio back in place and stood up. I was staring at the bed of my truck, which was sideways. I had no idea what to do. It was 40F outside and about 3am. I looked for my phone but couldn't find it. So I stood on the side of the road looking all helpless. I was on the outskirts of the town next to mine, they are small towns so there aren't many people out and about that time of night. A few cars went by, but nobody stopped. I even tried standing in the middle of the road, but nobody stopped. I started to think that maybe I didn't want anybody to stop :scared: Then I saw a cop car, looked all helpless, and he drove on by. Two more cops went by. One even turned around a little ways down the road and drove back by but didn't stop. Finally I saw cop lights, I thought they were coming for me, but they weren't moving. So I decided to go to them. I started walking but the lights were farther than they seemed, so I ran (a mile). Finally got to the cop car and he shines a light in my face and asks "What are you doing walking out here at this time of night?" I bluntly told him "Well, I'd be driving but I just wrecked my truck". Then he gets all apologetic and lets me sit in his car with the heater on and a drunk guy passed out in his back seat while he called a wrecker for the drunks truck. He let me use his cell to call my parents, a call that I sooooo didn't want to make! And he called an ambulance and a wrecker for my truck.
To wrap it up, I declined the ambulance (those things are freaking expensive!!). My parents showed up and weren't happy with me at all! Everybody else was pretty nice though. I didn't get a ticket and the tow truck driver didn't charge me as much as he could've. My parents took me to the ER to get checked out. I didn't have any visible damage, but I did get knocked out so I had contusions on my brain which left me with some pretty trippy brain damage for a few months.
That was the first truck I totaled. I totaled another one 15 months later, but that's another story ;)
Best part of it all is that I have a few daredevil Uncles and was inducted into their club of family members that have flipped vehicles :D At family functions (after we've had a few ;) ) we sit around telling stories of our brushes with death :evil:
Just a few more details...my truck was a 1990 Dodge Dakota. It didn't have airbags but it was made of good strong metal! And I had just bought it from my mom 11 days prior to killing it. I bought brand new tires for it and washed it every (both) weekend! It was the love of my life :love:
The truck had been in my family for 16 years, so I get alot of flack about totaling it.
Best Story Never Told.
Wow Harmony! That's an intense situation! Glad you made it out of that!
I bet your mom didn't hassle you any more about driving home when you're tired though ;)
I've also had some bad wrecks, that's why my front teeth are all crowned. :rolleyes: But I don't feel like talking bout those moments.
This is a short little moran moment of my life.
I like little cars that don't get around well in the winter, so I always have 2 vehicles for myself. One daily driver and one hooptie for the winter. I had bought a 2010 black Mazdaspeed3 back in '10. Fun little car (6 speed manual, 4 cyclinder turbocharged hatchback) But it was TERRIBLE in the snow. It had wide 18 inch wheels with low profile summer tires. So I needed a 4 wheel drive. I decided on a 5 speed 1990 Isuzu Trooper. Anyways less than 2 days after I bought it, I decided to really test out the 4x4. So I took it down a minimum maintenance gravel/mostly muddy road. I saw a nice sized mud section and thought hmm should I? Ah sure.. I decided to get a bit of speed to make sure I get through. So I was going 30mph as I entered the muck (bad idea) I hit rutts left from a previous vehicle and it instantly shot my suv sideways and I was aimed for the ditch. BLOOSH! I had water up to the top of my hood on the front drivers side. Thankfully I shut the truck off as soon as I hit the water in fear of hydrolocking the engine. I had tons of water pouring in the front doors. So I called my bro right away and he sent out a rescue party. :thumbs: One of my buddies pulled me out with his lifted Dodge Ram. It wasn't very much fun for me because he would get a run at trying to yank me out and every time the slack would get out of the tow rope all that nasty water splooshed around inside the truck and get all over me.
I borrowed a bay in my friends garage. Thankfully he has a 3 stall garage with an open bay. We changed out all the milky fluids, blew out the spark plug holes, poured the water out of the air filter housing, and let the truck dry out for 2 weeks. I wrecked the starter that was about it. I did find another starter off an older Trooper at the junkyard for $28. I still have, and drive the Isuzu, but almost killed it withen 48 hours.:lol: It now has 194K on it.
Here is a pic my brother took with his cell while laughing at me. I was in a rather upset mood so I had to edit out a finger for the forums. :p It was a classic moment right after getting pulled out and I opened my door and a bunch of water comes pouring out. My brother just couldn't stop laughing at me.:P
Edit: This is supposed to be 10-30 Oil.. lol looks a bit creamy:confused:
Actually, because of my statement before I left she accused me of crashing on purpose :wtf: Me and her don't get along so well. I moved out as soon as I could after that and never want to go back!
Originally Posted by KY_Rob
Well, I’ve had a few bizarre things happen in my lifetime that defy explanation, or at least it seems that way, but the one that sticks out in my mind the most is this:
I was in the USAF from 1982-1992, and I met my 2nd wife in 1989. We were from different parts of the country. I was from the south, and she was from Port Huron Michigan. Anyways, after we got married, we drove to Michigan on leave so that I could meet her family for the first time (We had gotten married at the Base Chapel, and it had been a small, private ceremony).
Her dad was into hunting in a big way, and a couple of days after we got there, he invited me to the local VFW chapter he belonged to, to meet some of his Veteran friends. After we left, he told me that he wanted to take me to some of his favorite hunting spots, just to show me around, I guess, and maybe see if I was interested in hunting. I still don’t know to this day. Maybe he was just bored, and couldn’t figure out what else to do, he wasn’t much of a talker (His wife did all that for him, TOO much, haha!).
After driving me to a couple of different spots, he parked the truck, we got out, and started walking across this field. It was in the middle of nowhere, and he was telling me about this big buck that he had shot there. I was quiet, just humoring him, not wanting to be rude, just nodding at the appropriate intervals, that kind of thing (I’m not into hunting).
It was a damp, overcast day, and the cloud ceiling was REALLY low. About half-way across that field he suddenly stopped, pointed up at the sky, and said, “You see that?”
Looking up, I saw something hovering underneath the cloud cover, in plain sight, and man was it strange. It was a glowing, orange-ish sphere of some sort, and I guesstimated its size to be about as large as a Volkswagen Beetle. It just sat there for a couple of minutes, perfectly still and silent, then all of a sudden it started moving slowly, and while it did, 3 more identical spheres (much smaller ones) shot out of it in the opposite direction. For lack of a better term, the smaller spheres just kind of ‘danced’ around a bit, then shot straight up into the clouds and disappeared.
The large one continued on for a couple of seconds, then it too darted up into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
We looked at one another, didn’t say anything, then turned and left. He never talked about it again, to my knowledge, and I can kind of understand why. I told my wife and immediate family about it, later, and I always got the feeling that they thought I was Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.
I had never been interested in anything paranormal, up until that point (and some VERY interesting things happened to me later, but those are some really long stories). After that I started going to the base library (this was before the internet) and reading up everything I could find on the subject of UFOs. Interestingly enough, I was surprised to read that both Allied and Axis fighter pilots in WWII reported nearly identical things. They had been dubbed ‘Foo Fighters’, and each side thought that it was a secret weapon of some sort the other side was using.
I’m still interested in the paranormal. I’m not fanatical about it or anything, I won’t and don’t try to *convert* anyone, make them a believer. As they say, seeing is believing, and I’m a believer. Ghosts and UFOs do exist. And until you’ve seen either, I can understand how it’s hard to believe, because I was once in that camp myself.
That is way cool Slam! I can't say that I believe in UFOs, but I've seen ghosts since I was a kid and so I've always believed in those! I agree with you though, I don't tell many people because it's hard to believe if you haven't seen them.