
Originally Posted by
Adam West
My goofy older cousin tells my mom that he had a poster like mine hanging in his room and while we was sleeping, the poster came to life and some type of demonic Gene Simmons tried to attack him.
My mom, threw away my poster and all of my albums. As I got older and thought back to that story, I thought, that dummy was probably tripping on LSD (it was the 70's and he is 10 years older than me) and if the story is even true by his account, was having some type of drug induced hallucination.
Too bad it wasn't that classic FARRAH FAWCETT poster that came to life...
and...um...tried to "attack" him
When I .... how do you say (?) .... think of my mindframe on this spaceplane, I'm Skywalker with my X-Wing like I was when I was a kid.