Just before he "fled", we asked science fiction author Michael Casher if we ought to add this video to Junk TV, since it has most of the earmarks of a Junk TV Video. Low-res picture, squarish screen, cheesy acting, and a familiar backdrop. He never answered us but he did start chasing us, out the door, across his yard and into the woods, where we hid in a big, hollow log for about two hours. He stopped pursuing us at the edge of the woods and, when we turned around, we saw that it wasn't the indie author at all. Then we sheepishly remembered that Michael Casher can't run. He uses a cane now. So, who was that mysterious man in black beneath that black English snap brim? We crouched in the hollow log, wondering and puzzling and scratching and fussing, while we painstakingly watched him smoke two Dutch Masters cigarillos in a row. Then he shouted to us, "See you in the funny papers." And then he ran away.