For writing tonite's edition of Golden Pond. Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the water, er, just when you thought v.c. had run out of ideas, here comes the Hootster to my emotional rescue. Gimme shelter, v.c.
P.S. Stop the world, I want to get off, er, The recollections of one Michael Chambers, with appropriate flashbacks and soliloquy. Or more simply stated, the evolution of man, the cycle of going from dust to dessert, the metamorphosis from being the ruler of a planet to an ingredient in someone's soup. It's tonight's bill of fare on The Twilight Zone."
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