got any cats?

it's friday night. and here i am sitting in my apartment eating chunky peanut butter with a spoon and drinking colt45.

i can't help but think to myself, "i wish i could find a mystical portal or transdimensional gateway to another land or time."

it might be prophesied in some tome somewhere that a stranger from another land shall come from the sky and save the kingdom from an evil horde that resides just outside the realm of the living. maybe i'm that guy.

who knows...

maybe i'm the guy who gets all the kids to start saying "got any cats?" when i influence Paul Fusco to pitch a new TV sitcom about a wisecracking alien when i'm magically transported to ancient 1986 los angeles, california.

who knows...

maybe i'm the guy who saves us all from "Troop Beverly Hills 2: the search for Phyllis Nefler's tiffany bracelet" by accidentaly speaking his mind during a board meeting at Weintraub Entertainment after being mistaken for the new head of the company when i stumble into the studio because i was following a studio truck that i thought contained the costumes to the first batman movie.

who knows...