Talking with the old guys again

I visited an elderly screenwriter yesterday who had begun his career fresh out of NYU in 1951, writing for the very first tv science fiction anthology series and some of the earliest sf comic books. He said that he disliked Columbia Pictures boss Harry Cohn so much, he sneaked into Cohn's personal gold-plated bathroom, pissed in the john, and left it as a little golden present for The Boss. I got the writer's autograph and only when I got home did I discover his inscription: "Thank you for making me feel like a young writer again."