My name is Sebastian Astley, but my friends call me Seb (how original, right?). Anyway, 16 summers ago in high school, I was dared to play "gay chicken", which is where two straight guys pretend to be gay, and the first one to chicken out loses. One night at a party, after doing a heroic dose of MDMA with my friend Rick, our friend Steve dared us to play gay chicken. We did and we are both really stubborn, and neither one of us wanted to lose. We've been married 14 years and we run a bed and breakfast in Vermont with our adopted daughter. One odd fact of our life is we collect DVDs, which worked out well for our bed and breakfast. The guests really like the large selection. But once in a while we run into a huge problem. The cops have been called on numerous occasions because things get so out of hand and our Yelp rating is in the toilet because of this one damn thing. It started when one family with a little girl named Katie asked if we had the movie Up. It was that night we learned that you never ask Rick for a DVD of the movie Up. He won’t give it to you because he’s never gonna give you Up.