So after my semi-fictional NYC story, I happened to find that a certain character-based-on was connected to me on Friendster. What a small world!

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A tell. They always have a tell. I have a feeling that a certain poker player friend of mine has a handle on every person he’s ever met, but he’s just not willing to show his hand and give up any of his secrets yet. But it’s all there in his front pocket…’In Case of Emergency…”

You can predict a person by the behavioral harbingers of his emotions, the little tics and rituals that serve as an unconscious reveal of his intentions.

I don’t know what to make of the events of tonight. I have never been here before. One would tell an actor that he or she has room to play within the character, as long as the stage presents itself as a safe environment. But what does acting have to do with living life? Maybe all things synonymous are more integrated than previously mathematically thought.

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I just got back from NY late last night. It was a whirlwind trip that began with the red eye out of LA late Thursday night, and ended with my crashing into my little slice of spiritual heimat at 3am early this morning.

I had adventures. Things that make me say, hmmmm. And I haven’t quite sorted everything out in my head yet. So soon to come as erratically as I create it, lots of jumbled thoughts, descriptions, hopes and fears…and secrets, always secrets, laid out bare for you to decipher, for your reading pleasure.

Sometimes I miss who I was and how I experienced life at different stages of my life.

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It wasn’t so much the music pounding through her and setting the rhythm of her heart, or the heat of the writhing bodies around her. It wasn’t even the growing assurance of everyone attendant that the most delicate form of primal passion was just a thin lining of cloth and a snap decision away, needing only a simple surrender. It was the naked current that rushed through her entire being when the other woman reached out for her hand and clutched it to her heart. For a brief pocket in time, all sense of separation fell away, leaving only a fact of being, a connected oneness, and a sudden remembrance of how it feels to be whole again.

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