One of my first college theater directors was also the training director for Second City.
He worked with EVERYONE who ever went through that place.
He had some crazy stories. (You name em, he taught them)
Anyway, he brought me to their Christmas party that year.
Fast forward through the night, Farley showed up.
I begged Martin (my teacher) to introduce me and he did.
Farley was really nice to me.
He was trashed, but actually sat down and talked.
Asked me if I had joint. (Of course I didn't bring my hitter :-/ )
Said "Good,...that stuff is bad for ya". Yeah, right Chris.
Asked if I had access to video camera and that he has some new ideas that he wanted to work on.
That he would be in touch with Martin and that we would "create" this idea.
I was pretty sure he had no idea what he was talking about, but I went along.
Never did see him again obviously.
The next night he was gone.
I never expected to see him, but he made me feel really good and he seemed really down to earth.
The one thing he said that kinda stuck with me was that he said he NEVER had to buy a drink. EVER.
That no matter where he went people wanted to party with him.
Said that they would "Throw alcohol down my throat".
And I could see he had a hard time saying no.
Martin gave him a weird look when he said that.
Kinda like your father does. Chris just shrugged his shoulders.
He just really wanted to be nice and have a good time with people.
Pretty sure that drove him into the ground.
Was a pretty memorable night though.
I still kick myself for not bringing the green with me.
I would have loved to burn one with him.
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