At first I couldn't believe it was him.
I mean, I thought he died in 1973.
But sure enough it was him.
I'm certain of it.
So I called out, "HEY!! BRUCE LEE!!"
He kinda looked at me for a second but then he looked at the floor like he was trying to avoid making eye contact.
Then I felt kinda bad.
If the guy had faked his death and had been in hiding all these years I might have just blown his cover.
But there was no way I was just going to meet Bruce Lee and not say something so I went up to him.
"I know it's you," I said.
He looked at me like I was crazy and said,"What the hell are you talking about?"
That kinda suprised me in itself.
His movies were all overdubbed in English.
I guess he had to become proficient in English to be in hiding in the US.
"C'mon man! Do something Kung-Fu-like!"
He just shook his head.
"C'mon man! Do that noise you always do in those movies!"
I made a fighting pose and went, "WAAAAAA!!! DOOOOOO!!! HAAAAAA!!!"
Then he pulled his fist back.
"OH MY GOD! I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO BE PUNCHED BY THE BRUCE LEE!!"
I tried to reach in my pocket for a pen so he could autograph the bruise.
I was kinda disappointed though.
Like, he punched me kinda hard but not at all what I expected.
His form was kinda sloppy too...
I guess from all the years of not being in the "Kung Fu Hero" business.
He got off at the next stop before I could get up to follow him.
But I'll never forget the day I met Bruce Lee.
I know what you're thinking and it's not like that at all.
You always try to make everything a race issue.
You think it wasn't really him.
You think I just thought it was him...
because he was BLACK.
