The best memory I have from my half-season of writing for LOST was the time my friend Bruce told me to drive straight from work to the Bob Hope Airport in Burbank. He was waiting for me there with two tickets to Las Vegas. I had been given no heads-up: this all unfolded DAY OF. Leaving the LOST offices early to go to the airport was especially pleasing …
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