This was a funny one, because it was such an obvious pastiche of other things. I was walking in Cornwall (where they film BBC’s “Doc Martin”) by myself, and to get to where I was going, I had to slide under a hole in the rocky cliffs to get through (my recent MRI). While I was halfway through and couldn’t move, the guy who plays the police chief in “Doc Martin” (the one who looks like my chiropractor) shows up and starts talking to me. I realize he’s the serial killer everyone’s been looking for, and he’s going to kill me. I reach into my pocket and write that on a matchbook I stick back into my pocket (an episode of “Bones”.)
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These are getting good. You should write a ‘treatment.’