I was just a young actress moving to Los Angeles to achieve my acting goals.  I stayed at a cheap motel on Ventura Blvd.  At the time there was no such thing as a cell phone so I spent a great deal of time on a payphone on the boulevard.  That is where I met this young man.  There was nothing special about this man, but he was nice.  We became friends.  We went to a bar together nearby one night.  Like I said, he was a nice guy.  There was nothing strange about him.  We got back to my room and he continued to be a nice guy.  Then he said he wanted to tell me the truth about himself.  He told me he was a scribe – from another planet!  He was here to record things that happened here on earth.  Well, I freaked out.  I had heard too many stories of Hollywood loonies.  At first, I listened intently as he talked.  It sounded real.  He pulled out a strange ball from his pocket, and that might have been it that really freaked me out.  Quickly I found a way to get him to leave.  I never saw him again.  However, over the years, I wished I hadn’t gotten freaked out.  I wish I knew the truth, not just fearing something without really knowing.  If it was truth, I missed an opportunity.  Guess I’ll never know.