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I sit in the dark

flipping through cable channels.

Witches of Breastwick?!

So last night I was switching through the cable channel and came across Witches of Breastwick. I, being pure of mind and having a faint interest in geography, tried to visualize where exactly Breastwick was. Was it in the Nor’eastern U.S.? Or maybe in England. It sounded like it could have been England. Minutes into the movie I realized that it was a clever play on that classic The Witches of Eastwick. I felt a little dirty and because I feared I’d hit a button on Tivo that had ordered porn and we’d be charged and Jack would be all, “This is what you watch when I travel?!?” and I’d look like such a liar when I said, “It was an accident,” that I didn’t watch it. For long.