When I perfect my time travel experiments, I will go back and visit the 16 year old version of me.
Knowing the 16 year old version me, he would probably first ask how I managed the time travel thing so he could then go back in time and pick up the out of print Last American Virgin soundtrack.
I would tell him not to worry about it, that a kindly used record store clerk in Tacoma would locate a copy of it in Portland for him 1989. I would also fret over whether or not to ruin the surprise of the Pixies soon to come his way.
I imagine that 16 year old version of me would ask how being a famous film director was treating me. I have the distinct feeling that when I describe what it his he will be doing for a job 20 years down the road, that 16 year old version of me would kick me straight in the nuts.
I know I would.
As I crumble slowly to my knees, I would whimper out, “you might rethink the film major…”
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have you read the time travelers wife?
said time traveler visits his teenage self and surprises him with a happy ending.
right. THAT kind of happy ending.
i could TOTALLY see you in that role.
Wow... I'm... Wow...
That sort of left me speechless for a minute until I realized that yeah, I would totally blow me.
in creepy Silents of The Lamb scary guy voice..
"I would blow me"
...just because you have not yet used it in a job, does not mean it is useless.
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