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Quite a few of you commented how I made up the whole being handcuffed tale (this means you, Steve!). Well, in my behalf, here are some witnesses that will attest to the mock photo: Dean Stockwell, Julie Schwartz (his ghost, actually), my lost love GloriAnne Gilbert (in this photo, we reenact a scene from MIDNIGHT EXPRESS. No, I wasn't the Randy Quaid character). My attorney, Count Midnight. And the star witness, Rowdy Roddy Piper, showing how the cop brought me down with a sucker punch in the first place. And now you know....Wayne