I wake up from a scary dream. I'm in a courtroom on trial for what I don't know and the verdict is being handed down. A judge's voice says, "Has the jury reached a verdict?" (The judge looks like the brother of Edward G. Robinson) The jury foreman, Truman Capote, says in an effete voice, "Yes, we have, your honor." The bailiff walks over to receive the verdict. The bailiff is Barney Fife. He looks at me, smirks, and says, "You should have nipped it in the bud." I look at my lawyer, Ben Matlock, and he has a panic stricken look on his face. Truman says, "We find the defendant, Fred Hudson, not guilty by reason of temporary insanity."
i think, "For once my temporary insanity did me some good." You never know when it will come in handy.