{"id":12714,"date":"2015-06-25T05:00:47","date_gmt":"2015-06-25T12:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bullmensfiction.com\/?p=12714"},"modified":"2022-08-03T13:14:45","modified_gmt":"2022-08-03T17:14:45","slug":"rob-lowe-in-flight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/creative-nonfiction\/rob-lowe-in-flight\/","title":{"rendered":"Rob Lowe in Flight"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There he goes, Rob Lowe, leaping from my rooftop, nothing below him but the neighbor\u2019s flat, gray, concrete side-yard three stories down. It\u2019s June 1987, Weehawken, New Jersey, across the water from New York City, and like crystals the Manhattan skyscrapers behind him catch gold from the late afternoon sun. How do such moments happen? How does one come to witness such events? You move to New York, that\u2019s how, and it helps if it\u2019s 1987. Being from Grand Prairie, Texas is enough to keep you humble, so I know better than to think I\u2019ve earned or deserve this sort of action. Nope, I only stare in amazement, wondering if Rob Lowe is going to die.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a precise symmetry in the placement of his hands and legs, the right in front, the left in back, like a fencer, as he traverses his arc. A second body is in space slightly behind his, someone not important, a drummer in some band that didn\u2019t last. No doubt the two were challenging each other, egging one another on, till both took off.<\/p>\n<p>But just because it\u2019s a wondrous sight doesn\u2019t mean it\u2019s desirable. There are at least thirty of us at this rooftop party, and we\u2019re all drunk, to a greater or lesser degree, on margaritas made by yours truly and my roommate down in the kitchen filling up a tray with enchiladas. Should Rob Lowe not stick his landing on the neighbor\u2019s slanted roof, he would most certainly tumble to his death and take my roommate\u2019s budding career as a screenwriter with him. That\u2019s how Rob Lowe got on my rooftop in the first place. He\u2019s signed up to star in the movie my roommate co-authored that\u2019s in development at some studio. If he falls, my roommate\u2019s writing career would be the least of our concerns. The police would no doubt check Rob Lowe\u2019s blood alcohol level and find he was looped on the tequila we\u2019d served. I imagine the headlines in the <i>New York Post<\/i> the next morning: \u201cLowe Down Shame\u201d or \u201cBrat-Fall,\u201d with the subhead \u201cAlcohol a factor, say police.\u201d I\u2019ll admit first among my thoughts was the fact we could be sued. We could be liable for manslaughter. 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