December 8th, 2005 | Published in old and busted
SCENE: A kitchen somewhere in a Washington, D.C. suburb. A man … JOSH MARSHALL … sits in the breakfast nook enjoying his first cup of coffee. Newspapers are spread on the table, but he is typing into his laptop.
JOSH MARSHALL: [stops typing … looks at wrist watch …] Hm… the watch says 8:04. I think that’s about when my special edition Sully clock broke fifteen or sixteen years ago … I wonder.
JOSH MARSHALL glances at the broken Sully clock on the wall. It does, indeed, read 8:04. JOSH MARSHALL notes this with a satisfied nod and turns back to his typing.