Last night was gang busters. The post below was rather odd eh. What was going on at the time was, I went out alone, a rarity as of late. Just to have some fun and get rid of some cob webs. The place I went to, I hadn’t visited in about 2 months. Apon arrival I didn’t know anyone other than the bartender. Ah fuck. It’s weird being alone at a table sometimes. I began to realize that parts of myself were being drained slowly. As to say items in your life can get so in the way you near forget who you are at the core. Damn emotional vampires from the outside effect the inside.

I had somewhat if a revival at that table with only a vodka tonic sitting there by it’s lonesome. As fate would have it the owner was happy to see me again and gave me a nice on the house tab. It wasn’t about the booze but the context of the gesture. Things were looking up.

From 0 to 60 in .5 seconds I knew I had to fucking move and get out of that one man table. Randomly I just sat at another table without permission of three women,one guy. Don’t try this at home….er….you know what I mean. Sparked up some convo and brought out the Tally Ho.

This isn’t really a ploy as it may seem. I noodle with cards a lot. I don’t much care where or the circumstances. To me there is no great way to say “wanna see a card trick”. People have even written full literature on the subject, but to me it’s awkward to ask…. Much more than the odd guy that is flipping cards around under the table. Obviously they will/should ask. It actually has a nice flow if you look at it correctly. It’s all back to the “why people like my magic post”. I kinda hit on that.

I’m glad to say I practiced what I preach. One girl said “that’s hot” after a short effect. In her eyes I became hot. I hit on this in the past. The actual effect is just the receipt. It’s the performer that should be the real purchase. Is the song good, or is the band good? Is the actor intriguing on film, but more so in the true life stories?

One woman as I stated last night was nibbling and tounging on me real time, while I tried to do an effect or two more. No you sour bastards, she wasn’t a drunken bar whore. Just a little….lonley if you will. A few others joined in and something happened that I miss. The zone. That weird fucking thing where time seems to slow and everything is going perfectly….more so than normal.

The point. Well. I was losing my old self to a degree. Really I just reverted a few notches, in my mind to the pure and raw form I was used to once. People in our lives can get us down and make us forget our roots. Emotional vampires. I suppose it was a matter of feeling free of bullshit. That may seem unrelated to magic, but as I see it it’s important. I could have sat at that table with the lonley vodka and tonic scoping the nature of being alone at a bar. Instead I met new people and put on a good show. It goes back to the local fame thing. It’s strange perhaps the things I’m open about here. The whole thing is just a random journal in essence, usually typed with two fingers. But it should be somewhat obvious that local fame is very real. Why some think it’s important to be infront of a camera, or the need to reach beyond your own area as the basics of fame, I’ll never understand. One can feel a real time challenge when you define local fame, without asking or being try hard about it. It just happens and falls together that way.

Its just a matter of freedom to a degree. The zone is a good place to be. I just made a rhyme.

I also repeated and and that’s ok Bobby Flay.