Here is a quick recap of my life for the last few months.
"I also have a vague memory of shooting Clu Gulager with a sniper rifle. Isn't that the cat's pajamas."
I suddenly developed an uncontrollable desire to contact Nancy Reagan, even though I have never had to worry about all that 'just say no' stuff.
"I was confused for a long time."
I called Mrs. Reagan to assure her that I was not inhabited by the ghost of her great and beloved dead husband. She didn't know how I could get their personal phone number. She wasn't making much sense, screaming and crying.
"I may have been disappeared..."
Of course, I soon had the secret service after me. I was in custody for a short time, and I would still be there if it wasn't for my old friend Chuck. I may have been disappeared, but we got to talking over old times, and let me loose. Both of us had a tear in our eye. He always was always a kind fellow.
