There has never been a sound more smoothing to me than the sound of the ocean crashing up onto a shore. Maybe that’s why I’ve dreamed about it so much in my life. It never really leaves my mind even when I’m not close to it. I was sitting Indian style on the beach in a pair of shorts and nothing else. My eyes closed and the rest of the world nowhere around me. The sand was like sitting on the most comfortable cushion every imagined. Waves broke and crashed all around me as I sat in my own solitude. Opening my eyes I could see the rolling waves as the sun came up over the ocean ever so slightly. No master would ever be able to capture such a beautiful sight no matter how hard they tried to paint it. In slow motion I turned around and saw nothing but a small patch of sand and more ocean. My heart started to race and my breath became short as I spun around and could only see the sun over the ocean no matter which direction I looke

Not just any blue, but the crystal blue that is almost see through and has a hypnotizing effect. I’ve always been a sucker for a woman with a set of eyes like those. Saying I’ve been bewitched by them several times would be the best way to describe it, almost as if I was destined to find one pair in particular. Across from the bar Riled was an alley. Normally, an Aston Martin would be noticeable anywhere it went. In a black Aston Martin in the shadows of an alley, it was almost invisible with the darkness engulfing it. Watching the front door, I waited for the girl with the blue eyes to walk out. Through the moving foot traffic inside the bar I could catch glimpses of her sitting with the people I had left her with earlier that night. She was staring off over the shoulder of her friends whenever she wasn’t being talked to and my imagination kept picturing her in deep intelligent thought. Sliding in a CD of mixed classical music

Every child ever born dreamed of what it would be like to be greater than everyone else. Every century saw something different for children to dream about in that fashion. My generation grew up with super heroes from comic books to television. Falling asleep at night I remember desperately asking God to give me the powers of Superman so I could be the super hero that saved all my friends and family in separate peril. Dreams of what you could do and all the people you could help as a young innocent child seemed to spur us on and our imagination into a frenzy. It had been two days since I destroyed the two way mirrors in my room. They were watching me from behind the glass of the interrogation room every single second of the day. In my mind could see eight high definition, high speed cameras behind the mirrors pointed at me. The number of people watching and taking notes had quadrupled and that number was still on the rise. They were good e

            Remembering the tagline ‘Who is Keyser Soze?’ always gave me good feelings.  A tagline that really represents the entire plot of a film and is a blueprint for how to deceive people, it was such a coupe.             Matt and Bob were walking out of a Federal building in Washington D.C. looking very haggard and both had black bags under their eyes.  Watching them walk forward to the car made me excited for what I was about to do.              Bob, as usual, walked to the driver’s side door of the rented BMW while Matt hopped into the passenger seat.              “That was fucking nuts,” Bob blurted out as soon as his car door was shut behind him.           

            Movies had always fascinated me as a child and as an adult.  One of the many things that makes a human stand out, on this planet, is the unbound imagination.  Maybe something couldn’t physically exist, but there was a way for someone to figure out how to make it exist in people’s minds.  Six months had passed since my 21st birthday.  It didn’t really seem like that long sometimes and other times it felt much longer.  The first month or so, after that night, was spent in what seemed to be a coma for everyone else.  For me it was in another bizarre world deep within my own mind.  What was a month for everyone else was actually a few months for me.  Spent trying to find my way out. My keepers had spent a lot of time testing me for everything imaginable.  The best were the psychological evaluations I’d been subjected to every other day.  I did t