In my defense, I did not know that En Sabah Nur was serious when he said he wanted us to spark the Apocalypse. I thought we were doing a summer stock version of Macbeth in an Apocalyptic setting. I just assumed he was a fun, free-thinking creative radical like Salvador Dali or Andy Warhol or Jimmy Buffet. He was not. He was not interested in margaritas or orgies. This made me sad.

I was also told there would be real horses for all the horsemen. There were not.

The ‘80s were a trying time for me. I tried to drown my sorrows in breakdancing and cocaine, but it only bored me. Oh, how I had wanted that horse! A pony of my very own! I would have named him Wolfgang and I would have dressed him in horse armor! That way I could ride him in the skies! Together Wolfgang and I could have ridden on sunsets and traveled to the moon. But it was not to be.

The ‘80s would have been much better if I had been given a pony.