In the world of entertainment, there is a well-known phenomenon known as parallel evolution, where two series come into existence at approximately the same time with approximately the same concept and yet neither creative team has had any connection to the other. It’s nothing but the purest of coincidences, and yet it leaves you shaking your head, wondering about what might’ve been. It’s fair to say that, although he’s continued to find plenty of success since this happened to Kent McCord, he hasn’t forgotten when it happened, and when you read his story, you won’t be at all surprised that he hasn’t forgotten.
Almost fourteen years ago, I suffered a bad flu that led to a fever dream that involved Kent McCord. Here's what I wrote when I recovered (reading it now, it's even weirder than at the time):
There is only one Kent McCord of significance in the world.
He goes to bed each night thinking, "I'm Kent McCord."
He has his first piss of the morning and thinks, "Good stream, Kent McCord."
After breakfast, the coffee hits the bowels and he high-fives himself over Kent McCord's regularity.
He goes about his day doing whatever Kent McCord does because, fuckin' right, he's Kent McCord.
He waits for the mail to be delivered to see who is writing to Kent McCord.
He turns on the tv a couple times a day and flips through the channels to see if there's anything showing starring Kent McCord.
In the evening, he has a few glasses of Kent McCord's favoured alcohol of choice because Kent McCord is worth it.
He goes to bed each night thinking, "I'm Kent McCord."
Can confirm: fuckin’ right, he IS Kent McCord.
Almost fourteen years ago, I suffered a bad flu that led to a fever dream that involved Kent McCord. Here's what I wrote when I recovered (reading it now, it's even weirder than at the time):
There is only one Kent McCord of significance in the world.
He goes to bed each night thinking, "I'm Kent McCord."
He has his first piss of the morning and thinks, "Good stream, Kent McCord."
After breakfast, the coffee hits the bowels and he high-fives himself over Kent McCord's regularity.
He goes about his day doing whatever Kent McCord does because, fuckin' right, he's Kent McCord.
He waits for the mail to be delivered to see who is writing to Kent McCord.
He turns on the tv a couple times a day and flips through the channels to see if there's anything showing starring Kent McCord.
In the evening, he has a few glasses of Kent McCord's favoured alcohol of choice because Kent McCord is worth it.
He goes to bed each night thinking, "I'm Kent McCord."