8th August 2008

skinned, weathered and worn men looked at us with serious and inquisitive eyes as though they were the brunt end of a hoax. We pledged our sincerity and the band of bikers agreed.

Julie’s first attempt at entrancing the heavy fellow closest to us failed, much to my mildly surly satisfaction, only for her to immediately recognize the lost cause and move to a different subject. Of course her secondary guinea pig fell under her spell and in moments was subject to imaginary sub-zero winds mid summer in southern California. I didn’t understand it completely aside from the known power of suggestion. She seemed to poses no real finesse or power of mind but as I demanded more she provided more and others began to congregate in awe and applause.

The hour got late and we all split off into different directions as I opted to walk the mysterious hypnotist home in hopes to somehow pry her magic from her mind. No such luck, I assume now that some