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mom's ahead of schedule, a small house in a nice gated community in Irvine. Mom's first question is an inquiry into what we've been doing all day, which I answer with a partial truth: the gym. I'm pretty sure that she would never believe that Jen is the queen of oral sex, much less that we just did it standing up.
     
     
We spend the rest of the day drinking wine, watching dad barbeque, and playing with the dogs. Eventually I remind them that Jen has to be at work at 8 the next morning, and we say our goodbyes. I drop her at her place, and head further north to mine.
     
     
Halloween gets a treat, I wash and dry a load of clothes, and then it's off to bed.
     
     
That was a mistake.
     
     
This fog is a lion or tiger, not some little five pound cat. It's warm, thick, choking me. It's moving too, and not in a gentle breeze. The swirls are of hurricane proportions, as if the fog is pissed at me. Little fog balls flash randomly through the air, sometimes missing my head by inches, darting across the limited sky at Mach speed. The path has changed. It is in front of me, but not behind. The evil grass has spread its roots, and now occupies 270 degrees of the world. There is only one way now.
     
     
My boulder is gone from the path. I can't even see if the other boulder is there or not, the fog's too thick. I hear the boots, echoing this time through the fog. Fear strikes me that maybe death is today, maybe within three years actually meant one day. Then the fog backs away, the swirls slow to a stop, and the fog balls start acting like they're on an LA freeway during rush hour.
     
     
He walks through the wall of the retreating fog, stops, points the end of his staff at me. I shudder, then give in. But nothing happens. The staff points back to the sky.
     
     
"You have chosen wisely."
     
     
"Thanks, Indiana Jones," I am as sarcastic as I can be. I think the dude has earned it. "But I'm no different than I was yesterday."
     
     
"You are. The light will explain it to you when it is ready. We want you to have control over when the power is used, not to have it on all the time. To access it, reach down inside yourself, grab the light, and speak any word."
     
     
"I have to say ‘Shazam?' Are you guys that into cliches?" More sarcasm. I don't care what the fog dude thinks.
     
     
"We may have borrowed the idea, but no, any word, and it can be a different word every time or the same. It simply is a declaration of intention. Hold the light in your inner hand, and speak a word of intention."
     
     
He keeps going. "The light will teach you and I will guide you. You're going to have to trust me, listen, and do what I say."
     
     
"Oh," I am mad as well as sarcastic, "We make sacred pact. I say, you do. Wax on left hand, wax off right hand."
     
     
The Fog Mr. Miyagi ignores me and goes on. "You don't have work in the morning. To begin your training...."
     
     
Get a wet ball in the face. I open my eyes, and Halloween is sitting there, looking at me. She gives me a mew and jumps off of the bed. She is my hero. There is not enough catnip in the world for her. I think she needs some new toys, and she needs them now! Six in the morning, I really do hop out of bed, happy to be alive, owner of the bestest cat that ever walked, fog or no fog.
     
     
I get my running stuff on and head to the beach. For a mile and a half I try to find my inner hand and the light. Dude said it was there, but fuck if I can find it. Instead of heading home, I try circling the light house a couple times, speaking with "intent." I try "Shazam" about 50 times, in every different tone of voice I can think of, but I guess I don't know what "intent" means. I conclude that this whole thing is one giant joke.
     
     
Only one thing bothers me. I get the feeling I'm being laughed at, that the joke's on me. Not the people at the lighthouse, not the people on the beach, the laughter is coming from inside of me.
     
     
I spend the day doing nothing. Go to the