1000 Faces..1 Complex Mind

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"So, have you ever
looked back so far?" I asked Erick while we busy jotted down all the
keywords from our brainstorming session. "Oh, yes..I looked back
often.. as a reminder that no matter what I’m going or will go through,
I know that I’ve been true to my dreams. And you my friend..stop making
excuses. Perfect timing is not about waiting things to pop up in the
right place, right time. It is when you finally decide to do it
wholeheartedly..and that very first step will lead you to the
"perfect" timing." "Yeah, right..it’s easy for you to say that, Mr.
Sachou..you’ve made it anyway." "Oh, well..my friend..do you really
think I had all the answers when I jumped off the ship? You know
there’s no such thing, right? As our dream changes from time to
time..what’s a perfect dream should be anyway?"

…

Typhoon
no. 9 and I was stuck at that
have-no-idea-why-it’s-so-frigging-expensive geisha club in Ginza. I was
already a bit dizzy and when I saw all the tsukebeness in my clients’
eyes while they’re talking to Aya-chan..the no. 1 hostess in Kanto area
..suddenly I remembered the conversation I had with Erick on last
Saturday morning. I closed my eyes and started to mumble.."..perfect
dream my ass, my friend..do you know that i’m the dream supasutaru?.."
I had no idea how long I was mumbling but then I felt a hand was
tapping my lap and I heard a soft voice asking "Nick-san, daijyobu desu
ka?" I opened my eyes and as I saw her face I couldn’t help but
whispered in her ear "mou tsukaretta yo.."   

…

..even a dog can dream of bones falling from the sky..what can I dream of?..