Tim Barrus: Nine of Wands Amsterdam: They will come into my room at night, and we will smoke marijuana, and throw around the names. Someone could be a new name. Adolescent boys are many things. Permanently rooted to one solid place is not one of those things. Change is the least of it. Transition is forever. None of you would know our real names. You know our public names. You would not necessarily know the names we use with one another. Nino knows the names. Nino names the names. Because Nino knows the cards. Nino is the Hanged Man. Nino Fabriano: Having an emotional release. Accepting what is. Surrendering to experience. Ending the struggle. Being vulnerable and open. Giving up control. Turning the world around. Changing your mind. Overturning old priorities. Seeing from a new angle. Upending an old order. Pausing to reflect. Feeling just outside of time. Putting others first. I am Nine of Wands: Defensiveness. Perseverance. Stamina. Defending yourself. Assuming ill will. Expecting the worst. Taking extra precautions. Being paranoid. Feeling wary and guarded. Protecting others. Remembering past attacks. Persisting despite all setbacks. Refusing to take no for an answer. Seeing something through to the end. Getting knocked down, then standing up. Keeping one's resolve. Trying repeatedly. Showing stamina. Continuing despite fatique. Holding fast. Drawing on hidden reserves. Holding together through force of will. Demonstrating physical strength. Keeping up the pace. But where do any of us really live. Far too often in what past the past is dead. Just dead. You could more easily eat an old leather shoe. Oh, you mean the past when sex was The World. As a card, he's creating synthesis, joining together, working in unison. That never did sound like me. Seeing dreams come true. I stopped doing threesome sex scenes when I married my second wife. I was fifty. Fifty is not forty. Fifty is not thirty. Twenty is patently absurd any way you look at it. I do allow the boys to sneak into my room lat...