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From the Back Cover --

My agent and I snuck onto the studio lot, then headed over to the tiny man-made lagoon where the Gilligan's Island beach scenes were filmed, hoping to run into someone who'd read my script. As we wandered through the maze of soundstages, Ray pulled out a fat cigar and lit it, trying desperately not to inhale because he didn't smoke. "What's that for?" I asked. "It's a prop," he gasped in my direction. "It makes me look like a big deal." Ray then blew a thick cloud of smoke, gagging on his own exhaust. He was starting to turn green. "I'm not sure this is such a good idea," I confessed. "What if someone finds out we're not supposed to here?" Ray chuckled. "Don't you have faith in me, kid?" I didn't. "Sure I do," I lied. Ray suddenly stopped and leaned over to throw up. After a few heaves, he thrust his cigar at me. "Here - take it - damn thing's making me sick! Hold it for me until we see someone important!"