Kate or something like that.
21. Female. Virginia Beach. College mook. Theater major going into costume design. Lover of good literature (I am a former English major), fashion and writing in my diary. Christ-studier. Tea drinker. Steampunk. Fangirl. Snarky snot.
I love The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Shock Treatment, Beetlejuice, Moonrise Kingdom, Harry Potter, The X-Files, Sherlock, Pokemon, Harvest Moon, American Horror Story, occasionally Glee, and a good many other fandoms.
This is my personal blog.
I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.
His name is Robert Downey Jr.
You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.
It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.