Today I got home and decided to pretend I was Jack Bauer from 24. I was walking up to my door and I just had a sneaky suspicion that terrorists were in my apartment. So I snuck up to the door, keyed in, did not turn on any lights, tiptoed ever so quietly over to my desk with my hands and fingers in gun-formation, snagged my laptop under my arm, and crept into my bedroom with it. After securing the room with the lights still out, I crawled into the corner behind me door opened up my laptop, and here we are. What a rush! I recommend you try it. I have always had a really good imagination, but as I have aged, I found less and less use for it. When you are young, everyone always encourages a good imagination. If you are an adult and you use your imagination, (unless you are a writer or actor) you are pretty much a liar. What good is it as an adult? When I was little, I remember pretending I was He-Man on our family swing-set. I would yell out, “I have the poooower!!” and my parents and their friends would say, “Oh, that is great. That kid has one great imagination on him!” When I do that today, people are like, “Johnny, you’re a dildo.”