Yeah, he's got magic hands.  That's a song called "Magic Man" by Heart, you've probably heard it sometime.  That song will always make me think of Chris Yagel, and how we did it one hot summer night in the back of his dad's purple (maroon) Dodge Stratus.  I had always jokingly said "Hey baby, wanna go do it?"  Well, there's a time for all jokes to come to an end, and I had funending that one.  It was a one-night thing, because I was dating good ol' Scott Hinkle.  Scott was out of town somewhere, I can't remember. 

Chris and I had been in his dad's basement drinking beer and watching Half Baked.  Good memories.  Oh yeah, Clint Tackett was there, too, so I had to be all secretive about doing Chris, because Clint's just a jealous type guy, who I wasn't into, but Chris was cool, and I was cool, and we both wanted to go do it, so we did.  "An ye harm none, do as ye will."   He seemed to enjoy it.  I'm sure he's somewhere doing girls and smokin' the chronic right now.  I hope so, anyway.    Scott never found out about that, at least not for sure.  I'm a very good liar, but I'm sure he suspected something.  I'd be sorry, but Scott blows.  I don't think he has a feeling anyway, so it's all right.  It's not like we were married, and I was 16 or something.  Girls just wanna have fun, right? 

My first job was a pretty cool one.  I worked as a waitress at Pizza Hut.  I learned all about how a restaurant worked and about how hillbillies and cops are bad tippers.  Chris worked at Pizza Hut on Wednesday nights, performing magic tricks for whoever would have him.  He was lots of fun.  I would walk by with my drink tray and pop him a good one on the ass once in a while.  Rar!

So, magic, what a crazy thing.  When I was younger, I was fascinated by magnets.  My mom used to get so pissed because I'd sneak a pair of scissors into the bathroom and cut the three little round magnets out of the bottom of the shower curtain.  I'd put one magnet in my palm and hold the other below on the other side of my hand.  It amazed me how I could make them jump and flip through my hand.  I didn't feel the magnetism going through my hand, and I couldn't see it, hear it, or smell it, but it was a force that was obviously there.  I must have thought it was magic.  Until my dad explained to me how magnets work, that is.

People are so childish, trying to rationalize everything that we can't explain.  To the native americans, and other less "civilized" groups, the sun was magic.  They prayed to their gods that the sun would come up each day, when in reality, it stays put and it's our world a'spinnin'.  We're just lucky to have the technology to go into outer space and figure out the sun isn't magic, it's just a big ball of gas.  

Our magic these days are things like:  ESP, ghosts, telepathy...etc.  Maybe one day we'll have the technology to explain the what and why about these things, maybe not.  It's possible that there's something to these things.  Sure, there are people who just make up a bunch of bullshit so some crazy lady will call her for $1.99 a minute and hear really ambiguous crap, but I think it's highly likely that at least some of those folks are for real.  It's magic.  What's magic to you?