Michael stands in the shower admiring the steamy reflection of his well defined painter's muscles, soaping then sensually rinsing. Soaping then sensually rinsing, balls, dick, ass crack, everything.

               MICHAEL (V.O.)
    Good luck getting this crappy film on Disney now. You will be    lucky to get and "R." Nope this is NC-17 all the way. And what about that little Lolita? Just think about it 35 years ago I was scared and stupid enough to run out of my own house when the cops were coming, leaving all the evidence there and risking a fire with two hundred different kinds of candles. Not to mention that I was anal enough and gay enough to have 200 different kinds of candles. Just imagine, it collecting candles for years. Votive candles, birthday candles, tapered candles, roman candles, scented candles 200 different kinds. It boggles the mind. And now, her I am 35 years later, I gotta be at least 45, I had my own house then after all. Nearly 50, being hit on by a 16 year old at that age after having turned down a lucrative career as a cosmic dispenser of justice, who do I think I am Kevin Spacey? I gotta tell ya. I hope not. I hope I am not telling this whole story from a pool of blood having been shot by the jealous gay father of my dope dealer. There is no way that story should have won one best Screenplay Oscar, let alone do it again for this one. But the only way this gets on TV is on HBO. I wonder can we get some mobsters or vampires in this story. That's what they are buying at HBO. We could call it Forgetabloodit. Now were talking! That's a story.

Michael continyes to admire the steamy reflection of his well defined painter's muscles, soaping then sensually rinsing. Soaping then sensually rinsing, balls, dick, ass crack, everything.