This is the story of how not only how I came

This is the story of how not only how I came to be in possession of a commodore 64, but also the events that made those computers so rare and desired in the first place.

"But first, allow me to plug Ocular Nutrition once again," said Paul Harvey. "And now... the rrrrRRREST... of the story. It was a frigid Westchester night in January of 1982.

But Paul Harvey was an agent of evil. He'd been summoned by a witch from Roman Antiquity. She'd used a smoked fetus and bear shit, and brought him straight from the underworld

I mean Waterworld taxi service. "Mah butt," Paul Harvey mumbled, meaning his boat, but nobody understood. Still, he set to work shooting horses in the kneecaps, explaining the four

Horsemen of the Apocalypse might appear at anytime, on any steed, so it was best to cripple every horse he came across. "Waterworld Taxi Service." Paul Harvey scowled. "That's the

Neptunus Equester. I'm not getting in this boat." But the director of 60 min was tired of Paul's cantankerous ways & ordered him to get on. Sure enough Horsemen of the Apocalypse

arrived as scheduled. Paul quickly got in the boat. "Row this damn boat!" Exclaimed Paul. "Oh, so NOW you like the boat," said the director. The 4 horseman quickly started to

Paul was fed up. He boarded his banana boat, tooted its horn and chugged up a minor tributary of the stream of consciousness to a movie studio back lot where the director wasn't

such a pompous ass. Floating along, Paul decided his life had become far too complicated...and that's how he learned to stop worrying and love the bomb.