The climax of the novel involved the Christopher Walken fellow sledding down a long ski slope in late spring when there was more mud & ice water on the hill than there was snow.
How much do you think I can get for the movie rights?
P.S. Where the hell did this dream come from? I like weird dreams, and most of my dreams are weird, at least when compared to those of my wife & others with whom I've discussed dreams. This one weirded me out. Now as I write about it, I kind of like it. But when I woke up, I was feeling pretty icky. Mostly I was feeling icky about being male, as the women made some pretty convincing arguments about how maleness == ickiness. On the other hand, they were down with Jesus. How that part of their theology held together, alas, was forever lost when I woke up and the bubble burst.
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