We allowed distance to come between us.

You can’t bear the lack of sentiment.

The year is 1987, California is a beautiful place to be, the coastal cities are cool with great restaurants, night clubs, and at night you can touch the moon.  It’s darn right magical, but all magic eventually comes to an end, I got into computers, weird, I used to put up the cross when I walked by one,  now I was a production technician on mainframes, I was well versed in metaphysical books by then having read probably 100-150 of them, I continued my interest in metaphysics by visiting stores and shops, looking for events to go to, even a palm reader or two (both fakes), I started to check the personal ads and found someone of interest, a girl who was interested in the weird stuff too, by then I was buying crystals and new age tapes, meditating.

On free will. What really drives our decisions?

Written in 1999.

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Guilt consumes you.

OCD is a vicious circle.

Strangers start off as a mystery to oneanother.

When you lose somebody you love, it leaves a giant hole you can never fill.

Some things seem impossible to tolerate.

You are meant to grow out of wanting to play games as you grow older.