His name is J. Sebastian Cunningham and he is a damn fine satirist. This still cracks me up every time I read it. (The James Woods reference is a nod to my resemblance to the actor.) Thanks again, J.
What was old is now new again.
Enter a complex yet unassuming man. One, well versed in word, both written and spoken. A man followed modestly by a people hungry for prose. A man that didn’t disappoint. Enter the writer’s mind, if you will, into the dark recesses of a James Woodian insanity that no Shakespearean play could duplicate, let alone imitate. Enter the mind of greatness and madness. Enter a mind living in…
The Twilight Zone.