I met James Franco tonight

I would say that this experience wasn't scary just weird, but the whole James Franco vibe made me feel very uncomfortable...<br><br>I'm 19M and I'm currently in a 2-weekOpened clinical study to test out a new anti-convulsant drug for my temporal lobe epilepsy. It's been a great experience so far minus the fact that I don't have my phone. <br><br>Yes, you read that right, I do not have my phone. This is to prevent us from telling others about the drug as it's still in testing. I'm allowed to have visitors but it's a real hassle for them to get in. My dad was saying he came in with two nests of guard (the first one at the reception leading him to the second, which led him to my floor). <br><br>So I'm just chillin, watching Borat, the only movie we have on the telly, when I hear a knock on the door. I'm surprised as I wasn't expecting any visitors. I'm assuming it's my doctor with some papers to sign, so I yell "come on in!" <br><br>I look back, and it's no doctor. It's James Franco. He looked like he just rolled out of bed, with a stained white t-shirt,Opened mouth and a messy stare. There was no one with him, no guards, no doctors, no one. <br><br>I got up. "Uuuh, hi?" I said awkwardly. He mumbled something back. I think it was "what's up" but it sounded like gibberish. He looked high or something. Or maybe drunk, I don't know. I'm not the best at detecting that stuff. <br><br>He wobbled around the room for about a minute, not saying anything, just staring around. It felt like he was looking for something but I have no idea what. He finally stopped at the mirror in the bathroom and just stared at his reflection. No idea what was going on in his head, but he just stared. <br><br>I felt extremely uncomfortable at this point. There was a long, awkward silence while he stared at his reflection. I knew I wasn't supposed to talk to anyone about the drug, so I was just sitting there, eating chips like an idiot. <br><br>Finally, after about 3 minutes of staring, he mumbled something and walked out. I mean, he literally wobbled out of the room. <br><br>I was shocked, but also happy that he was gone. But at the same time, I felt bad. I was calling security to report him, but then I thought to myself "he's James Franco, he's not some random creep. Be nice..." <br><br>I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and didn't call security. Maybe I should have...<br><br>James Franco, let's not meet again.