There is coincidence; there is synchronicity; and then, there’s whatever the fuck this was. Back when I was working at the Matrix, I had a certain coworker. Our mutual sobriety from alcohol was about the only thing we had in common. We were standing outside, discussing our demons; how we have to give them names, so we can think of them as friends, like we’re doing ’em a favour or something. You know how it goes. Tell me, tell me; how this person managed to give me the names Steve and Greg? Out of any possible names that could have been named. Terribly specific, that; those were the names of my own demons, once. He never bothered to listen to the albums I had suggested, had not even looked them up. It’s a certain level of wondering, how subliminal, how liminal? I used to wear a specific symbol on my clothing almost every day… I have a lot of band shirts I don’t wear anymore, now.