michael t. mullen

What if you met the ghost of your grandfather while flying at 30,000 feet? What if you fell into a sewer system and had to spend the night? What if your doctor preferred payment in marijuana rather than cash for your treatment? What if you had to carry a box of chocolate cookies to fend off your own dog from attacking you? What if you were faced with completing an island house thousands of miles away where the natives spoke “Spanglish” and you had no building experience? All questions the protagonist must resolve in this uproarious comedy. There once was a successful and wealthy businessman who struck terror in the hearts of his competitors but was bored with the game of life. The call came at precisely 4:30 a.m. Colorado time. The Rastafarian screamed into the answered phone, “We be seein a dead man stuck in da concrete and we be owed $40,000 and we bees scared to come back. You’s ever see a concrete dead man?” “Calm down idiot,” yelled the controlled voice on the other end of the instrument, I’m on the next plane!” In that moment this powerful, controlling man with a huge ego and “winner takes all attitude,” was plunged on a collision course with the island of “No Problems, No Worries.”