Yeah. My Uncle Dudley is holding my car hostage. He's the freak who arranged the accident that I talked about several weeks ago.
And the thing of it is, he's supposed to be dead. Stone cold dead. I visited his grave.
The family said that 'he died in '88 after complications from gang green forming in his guts from an improper gastro-intestinal surgery'.
And the other thing of it is, I just realized after looking at a DVD cover. He was one of the original Warner Bros, though he never let on to me. They started their studio in Pennsylvania. That's where he's supposed to be resting in his grave tonight.
But that's okay. He's a real bastard.
And between him and Disney, they are the money behind Progressive Insurance.
My so-called car insurance company. But they defended Dudley since they own it and it was his stunt.
Do you really want to work in show biz? I don't, and I still like music, sometimes.