
VHI reporters were a little taken aback when a rough-'n-tumble actor Gary Busey - looking for all-the-world like he was stoned out of his ever-living gourd - waxed philosophically on the subject of changes as he trotted by on a mad (the key word here!) dash to a gig.
"All that changes is changes," the wild-eyed thespian spat out to a giggling reporter (and startled camera-crew in tow) as he sped by.
Say what?
The media hounds couldn't make hide-or-tail of the little nugget of wisdom.
No wonder!
"Busey, you freak," I screamed, as I tossed a flip-flop at the boob-tube in exasperation.
The flaky actor screwed it up!
I short poem I penned a few years back said it best.
"The only thing constant in life is change."
Got it, bonehead?
Not a bad observation about the natural order of things in the Universe, even if I do say so myself!

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