Yes, that's me in my younger days. But where was this version of Michael Neff? In the AEI Films and Books office in LA? Yes, that's it. I was a development executive then, yes, and holding a workshop there, attempting to talk a few genre writers into analyzing structure in screenplays before rewriting their novels. So why did I become crazed? Rejecting a bad manuscript, or maybe a terrible pitch? That must have been it. A pitch too far, and I lost it. I tried to be patient, but it didn't work. The writer was a narcissist, a flipping ego maniac, thus escorting me to the brink, to the point where I actually resembled the Cage man himself! Look at the Cage man! What is he saying here? "I'm sorry, Alva, it's just too late. Too late to add a plot line with a cliffhanger. It's all TOO LATE!!!" To which the now terrified writer replies: "I'm sorry, Mr. Neff, I'll search passionately for a plot, and premise first, yes ... a p