I had the most bananas dream last night wherein I was in a friend’s house, not even mine, and while we were trying to pack up for a trip, Stephen King just showed up with half a dozen dogs, announced “I’m everyone’s dad now,” sat down in a recliner in the living room, and proceeded to start arguing with someone on NPR. For the rest of the dream, while we were totally focused on other things, he was just there in the background with his dogs, yelling at the radio while we got on with other things.
Thanks, Dad Stephen King, I guess that was cool of you.