During my college years I had the bright idea of recording books on cassette tapes. It was actually a good idea and the timing was right since Eight Tracks were being replaced with cassettes. I pursued my dream by recording a number of books. I was helped in this venture by my best friend, Callahan Burke. In my humble opinion, he is the best reader ever. When he reads he not only changes his voice but his facial expression for each character in the story. I have listened to numerous books on tape in the last few years and I still think Cal is the best. Anyway, we were a team. He read and I recorded and edited.
Okay, obviously something was terribly wrong. Only I did not see it. Cal called me later, laughing hysterically, and said I couldn't come over for a while. He explained that Benny and his buddy had flushed all their pot down the toilet because of my little prank. It really wasn't my fault. How was I to know? I do remember the water draining through the pipes as I walked up the stairs but I just figured nature had called one or both of them. Needless to say, Benny and I were not ever going to be good friends after that. I heard from Cal that Benny was going to make me pay for what they had flushed but Cal let him know it would not be a good idea.