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I have a lot of fun with Richard Horian Jr. (you know him as entropicdaisy) and outings together are like excursions to the twilight zone. We are in Oceanside and Richard spots the letters 'A J' inscripted on a wall buried under graffiti and takes it as a sign that Anissa was here in this very spot and can feel her spirit and he wanders off in a trance. I try to tell him the full inscription is 'AJ '92' but he is off and gone, always searching for something. Some people bring a knife and fork to the table, Richard Horian Jr. brings a knife, fork and a dusty tome about 16th century torture techniques in eastern Europe. He's that kind of guy. I love him.