A story about Tim Robbins
See my story about Susan Sarandon. And I really didn’t mean to anger him, I was like four years old, and Jack wanted me to be Captain Hook, even if I had the crappy homemade costume.
See my story about Susan Sarandon. And I really didn’t mean to anger him, I was like four years old, and Jack wanted me to be Captain Hook, even if I had the crappy homemade costume.
She and my mom used to be friends. It’s actually my fault they had a falling out; when I was four years old I was invited to her son’s birthday party. From what I remember, it was a terrific party, with a magician and everything. I had been to their parties before, which were all very nice (they had a Peter Pan themed party once, and I dressed up like Captain Hook and I angered Tim Robbins because he was dressed like Captain Hook as well) and Susan alleges that I ripped the trees up from Jack’s train set. I maintain my innocence to this day.
This is a little strange; I met him when I was six or seven, because I played with his son in Central Park. I was with my dad, and he was amazed but didn’t approach Mr. Hanks or try to talk to him.
He stood right in front of me in line for Dame Darcy’s book signing. Incredible!
I went to her booksigning for “The Illustrated Jane Eyre,” where I listened to her read, sing, and botch some French. I was super nervous.