CALL ME a freak, but before I die, I would like to meet Viggo Mortensen. Perhaps to hear him speak or listen to him read his poems. Or maybe just walking down the street in the middle of St Louis one day, and I might see him walking towards me. He would walk by me and I, being too shy or timid to stare openly, will probably steal a glance at him. I'd probably curse at myself later for not asking for autograph but more than likely, I would let him passby without being bothered by me and my childish obsession. If I am lucky, he might ask me for time which I would then have to fumble to reach my cell phone to look up the time since I don't wear any watch. Whatever form it may be, any tiny moment of seeing Viggo in real life would be a dream come true. Odds are that l'd pass this life without ever having a chance to see him in person. But that does not mean that I have to abandon my hopes.
Sometimes, somehing are worth dreaming about no matter how impossible they are, and seeing Viggo in real life would definitely be one of them. Go ahead, call me a freak. When the shoe fits..
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