It was a dark and stormy night...and I was being chased by a giant crooked mustache. I called out for help, but all I could hear was the ghastly resonance of this humming mustache trailing me down the dark mountainside path...I could almost make out it's sinister message in my mind...
"GooOOoOoOoOsSsShHhHhH. CoOOuUUllddd ItTTTt BeEee A Poorrttalll???"
Suddenly, I tripped over a wayside rock on the side of the path and hit my head hard on the graveled road. "This is it", I said. "This is the end."
I spiraled slowly into a deep...dark....sleep....
I awoke in a small, dingy room..I lifted my head slightly while still focusing my vision to find myself strapped to a medical gurney, while a giant monitor loomed over me with surround sound speakers hooked all across the walls. On closer inspection of the monitor, I realized it was a playlist..an audio playlist...and it went on forever. I blinked to wipe the haze from my eyes and squinted to read the text on the screen....but before I could make out the words, the speakers all powered up...on their own, perhaps. Maybe this was Hell...maybe this was my punishment, and no one was in control but me. Either way, the last thing I remember hearing before I awoke was...
From the city of angels off the Pacific Ocean. Good morning, good evening, wherever you may be, across the nation, around the world..... I'm George Noory.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
