I forget how old Sinking is, but I recall he's in his mid 20s.

<harp music - scene gets blurry - Hairdog dreamily looks skyward and picture fades to ->

<A 20something Hairdog, looking in the mirror>

Dang! Where did all your gray hair go? Ohmigod, I'm 20something again! And, although I'm pretty sad that my frigid girlfriend dumped me, the upside of that is, I am single! Oh crap, I lost my job. Of course, the upside of that is, I have some free time, can look for a new job that is better than the old one, and WTF, I can go ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD!

I'm young, talented, unattached and OMFG . . . I'm FREE!

< harp music begins to rise >

No....NOOOOOOO!
<scene gets blurry as we hear Hairdog's anguished cry >

<Hairdog looks in the mirror>

Sh!t. Gray hair.

Moral: gather the rosebuds while you can, dude.

Hairdog, frustrated screenwriter