Call me Peter Pan, but trips to Never never land are my favorite past time. I try not to be delusional, hysterical or crazy, but I cannot resist living my fantasies out in real time. I know I’m not alone, because there are others out there too… Maybe you… I’ve had lots of cohorts in cahoots with my love for escapism, whom act out their parts accordingly. In fact, others have even initiated such random behavior, although I get highly annoyed when I find out I’m on someone else’s ride. Do you know how deflating it feels to warm my face in an illusory sun, pseudo mai tai in hand, only to turn and discover I’ve been talking to myself because that person I thought I was talking to has walked away and returned to reality while I was blinded by the radiance of our shared imagination?? Not fair! not fair at all. It’s difficult to pinpoint how it starts, perhaps with a joking rendition of “two tickets to paradise” or looking at apartments together without considering the fact a murder might ensue if actually moving in…. but ultimately the most memorable moment is when you’re in the thick of it…. When you’re pretending to be an ant on a farm in Madagascar or cat in a tree at the tea party, or an artstar/rockstar/dj/dancer, or doomed but destined Audrey Hepburn with George Peppard before he met Mr T. and formed the A-team. Or best yet, Molly Ringwald wearing ugly pink sitting on the table kissing Jake Ryan over a cake full of candles… each one a wish waiting to come true…… Cinematic moments… I live for them. But they must be created…directed…produced. And ultimately, someone calls ‘cut’ and it’s over. For me, I’ll still be making sequels…probably to the point when I should have stopped. There is the depressing fact that too many sequels is just not a good idea. It could ruin a career.