I’ve been promising you all this post since I started this blog up again several months ago. I’ve held off until now because it was a terrifying experience for me, one that’s hard to relive. There’s another reason, too. This event is like a scene straight out of a movie, and includes a very famous actor. Most of you don’t know me personally (not that I hold much back on this blog! heh). So, up until now I worried you’d think I made it up, determine I’m prone to flights of fancy, and potentially even more bonkers than I admit to. But if you’ve stayed with me this far (and through the Holiday Letter From My Cat), I figure you’ll be with me after this. However bizarre it seems, this story is quite true. The Malibu Sheriff’s office probably has some record of it, too. And I’m no more bonkers than I’ve told you outright.
By the way – this is fairly long, so I’ve broken it up into a series of posts. I don’t know how many, because I’m still writing it. (Not quite the pro-blogger you thought I was, huh? <— dripping with tongue-in-cheek sarcasm) I’ll post one every few days or so. Probably ‘or so’.
The True Story of How Martin Sheen Saved My Life (yes, THE Martin Sheen)
‘Saved my life’ might be a bit of an overstatement, but that Saturday night nine years ago I was terrified for my life like I have never been before or since.
All I knew was this complete stranger was following me – everywhere. At first he kept his distance, following my car as I ran a few errands and headed for a 30-minute drive to Point Dume in Malibu. I could see he was male, with dark hair and skin, driving a beat-up white pickup truck with darkly tinted windows. (Beat-up cars, with darkly tinted windows were not at all common in Malibu.)
I couldn’t shake him. I tried evasive driving maneuvers, quickly turning corners, hiding down the hill. He searched the neighborhood until he found me each time.
Before I continue with the details of that terrifying night, let me provide a little backstory…
Saturday nights in Malibu, I had a regular commitment volunteering in the kitchen at a weekly community event. Several people helped out in the kitchen, including Ramon Estevez, one of Martin Sheen’s sons.
On my way to Malibu that night I ran a few errands, and made my way to the event. Just as I turn off the main road onto the small, residential streets of the Point Dume neighborhood do I realize this truck is following me. It begins to dawn on me this beat-up truck with the dark windows has been following me for a while. I think I’d also seen him behind me on the drive to Malibu almost 30 minutes ago.
Beginning to get concerned, I don’t want to leave my car and walk through the big, empty parking lot to where people will gather for the event. (As part of the setup team, there was hardly anyone there yet. It’s a long walk to the safety of the building.) In the back of my mind I’m thinking ‘Maybe you’re just being paranoid. Who would be following you?’ Instead of heading to the empty parking lot, I decide to try and shake the guy. I used to be a PI, so I know a bit about driving.
Or so I thought.
Point Dume is, much as the name implies, a point of land surround by ocean on about 3/4 of its sides. There’s pretty much only one side in or out, unless you want to swim. Even though I’m stuck on this point of land, I can go back to the main road (endless Highway 1), but part of me kept thinking how I was running late, people were expecting me, and this would be over any second.
Wrong again.
To be continued…
I’m sorry to leave you all hanging, but this story is really long…. because I don’t know HOW to tell a short story. And you might never read the thing if I didn’t give it to you in manageable pieces.
UPDATE: Part two is here, Martin Sheen Saved My Life (For Reals), Part 2.
Gah! This is like the new Harry Potter movie! No ending!
I’m just going to say, in advance, that I don’t know how one can talk to Martin Sheen and not call him Mr. President.
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Oh Darlin, trust me – it has an ending
You know what? I never watched the show. (Sorry Martin! I’m still a huge fan, anyway!) My mom followed it, though. I’m also a huge fan of his brother, Joe Estevez. He plays in many of the cheezy sci-fis I LOVE!
Caammaaann, don’t make us wait! LOL! This is like the ending to the Empire Strikes Back… Stay tuned for the next thrilling episode (in 4 years) lol!
Ok, I’ll make up my own ending… you pull out your Dirty Hary .357 Magnum and say out of the side of yer mouth “go ahead punk make my day” backed up by Martin Shean and Emilio Estevez on horseback dressed in their outfits from Young Guns!
K, can’t wait for part 2 later on tonight when you get to it lol!
Actually, after my “breakout in handcuffs” the po-po told me I couldn’t carry my gun in the car anymore. Party-poopers. But they did give it back to me, after a fight. It’s times like this when I wish I’d had it on me.
i didn’t know you used to be a PI. maybe i will have to take you up on that investigation into my secret admirer. gah, the suspense is killing me! it’s like motherfucking dexter over here.
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You didn’t know I was a PI? Oh yes, for several years just before I transferred to Malibu. (You can read about it here: I Spied.) Yeah, if I were the one with an anonymous gifter, I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I knew who it was!
I’m on the edge of my seat, which is uncomfortable since it is No Panties Day!!!!
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NPD!!! Happy Birthday Ms Wicked One! Of course it’s NPD. I should have known. I will celebrate today in your honor.
Lordy, I can’t take it. Update quick….i gotta hear the rest of this.
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Part two is up now Darlin! Sorry, I’m a “crack cocaine” slow writer.
Part 3 coming as soon as I finish it 
Coming 2 ur site is like scratching off the last square on a lottery scratcher… “exciting conclusion 2 story?….come on… Come on!!!… Dam!” lol
Then I realize it ain’t the crazie son Charlie but daddy Sheen lol! Blows my whole Young Guns fantasy ending out of the water lol!
Part two (of three) is up now
Sorry, I write slow as molasses!
You have a delightfully exciting life.
HURRY UP.
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Sometimes a bit too exciting! LOL Blogging is way easier than writing a book. Glad I started with this
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DUDE. You totally cut us off!! Where does Martin come in? Does the psycho have a knife? Is it serrated? Do you get a flat? Do you have Triple A?!?
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LOL Hello and welcome Tracey! Martin continues quite gallantly, confronting the stalker in the next (and final – no matter how long it is! LOL) chapter.
I go away for a short while and the Martin Sheen stories come out?!
Well, at least now I don’t have to wait to read more, and I’m quite impatient so I’m very excited!
See, ya go away and then I bring out the good stuff
Glad you made it through all three – these are my longest posts.
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