God has eyes on everyone, I was told to make me behave, as
a good little boy should behave.
Is that God, I asked in The Wonder Years while being potty
trained in front of the CBS eye. Why was The Creator watching me do my ‘dirty
business’? Welcome home to TV, to what the first president of The Federal
Communication Commission called a vast wasteland
I smell a musical.
And no laugh track need apply.
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