I had gone home for the weekend, and I was stopping by Melville to pay a visit. I was sitting in on my old Mandarin class, except it was at the end of the day. In walks one of the English teachers with…David Bowie. I nearly fainted. The teacher knew of my obsession, and told me that she would introduce me. I started talking to David Bowie, and told him how inspirational I found him, and thanked him. He smiled at me and told me he was truely greatful. We stood in the room talking about things, laughing. He asked me if I needed a ride, and I told him yes. We walked down the halls of school, and down towards the front entrance. I saw Al and other people I knew, and I sat their mouths drop as they saw me walking with David Bowie. We delibrately walked past them in a way that they couldn’t help but smile, and cracked up once they were out of hearing range. As we walked to the parkinglot, he complained about the piece of shit car he had. We got out to the parking lot, and it really was pretty crappy. I couldn’t help but laugh.