But apparently I have a habit of talking to myself,” I spilled. Good, that’s it, just keep rambling like you do every time you get nervous.'I thin... everyone does it actually,' I thought to myself.“I think everyone does it, and if they say they don’t, they’re a liar,” he said.Did he just read my mind?I was stunned, but managed to smile. “Yea, exactly.”He shook my hand as he laughed, showing his perfect straight and white teeth. He let go of my grasp and put his hands in his pockets. “Nice to. I gave up at one' clock and went to go find something to cure my boredom. Before I knew it I was on campus, and, found a girl to my liking. She had long silky brunette hair and bright blue eyes that shimmered in the sunlight. Tall and slim. She wore a black top, blue skinny jeans, and a pair of brown and white boots. She was a woman that caught your eye and made you think, “only if she was mine.”Every man type of dream girl. I instantly noticed a guy looking in her direction. To me he wasn't. I’d developed the Bar Mitzvah pictures before going to meet (the imaginary) Micah, my (nonexistent) brother at the bar and grill, where he was (or wasn’t, if you believed my mother) Tased and arrested. That was it. If Micah did exist, there would be an arrest record for him at the police station. I turned off my lights, marveling at how, even darkened, my apartment seemed more normal than outside, and locked the door behind me. I got in my car and drove down to the police station where Micah. Some Fictionmania authors might be there. Not sure if I can make it, but I'm trying to work it out.(Raven) I've had the privilege of meeting up with Caleb. He's the only one to have met me.At one point in time I wanted to do a TG Film Festival where people could come to meet each other. Does anybody think this would be a good idea?(SteveZ) YES!!!!!!!(LizBennett) No, Raven, I do not think it would work.(regal) Not a bad idea, but it would be hard to make it work. Not too many good TG.