Got me, again, Rubio, no one is innocent.
But approaching everyone as if, hear more truth than fiction.
Actually, first fiction and then truth.
Every stranger, seems, has a cover story.
After i rush them through it, they blow that cover.
Another that had to come up for air again:
One of my lines when threatened (semi-appropriate for here): "Safety in numbers."
Usual retort: "Yeah?! Who's hiding?"
Gets them thinking. Instead of acting blindly.
Another another, again again and again:
In spare moments, as if not already, learn to talk/type. It's catching and there's little cure or need for one.
"Paradise is exactly like where we are right now,,,,,,,,,, only much much better."
"Listen to my heart,,,,,,,,, beat."
Were i ever to meet someone who had no vision or hearing (met many without one or the other) they'd probably swallow me whole.
I always look for inputs, and when i don't see them i listen.
Without either, i'm completely in the dark and start feeling around.
^ Completely random roil. This is what happens in the vacuum of outer space.
^ That's for you, Max, wherever you are.
(Max taught me to improvise. Haven't been the same since.)
One of the most important lessons of improvisation is to leave an opening for whoever else is onstage.
Even more important than trying to make it look easy is to actually make it easy.
^ That played on the radio during summer chemistry class. I was trying to hit on the desk behind us and my labmate got jealous.
Who cared about chemistry technically?
(Spoiler: I did and still do. Who doesn't?)
Music radio in class?!?!?!?! Those were the days.
(Yes, i'm reliving that night when my adventure muse woke me up to cover a few hours of radio silence while he passed out.)
(Hours earlier we were breaking into bathrooms for toilet rolls to kick around and unravlel in the snow, as if nobody would notice.)
If you weren't into puzzle-solving locked doors before security cameras, you missed out while the getting was good.
There were other locks to break just to get there.
That door had everything. Multiple locks, wiring, and a warning sign.
My whiskers (Kevin) said something like, "we can crack this."