Preface

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         I walked in from a rainy night in L.A. Through the mass of sweaty, dancing bodies, I saw him sitting at a table alone. Making my way over to him was easier said than done. It seemed everyone in here was dead set on keeping me from my sense of familiarity. Well, maybe we weren't familiar.  We only met two days ago. Still, he was the only person here that I knew. "What's a man like him doing in a place like this?" I wondered.

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