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So, its 1969. I’m up Laurel canyon, just below the country store on the one way street next to Laurel. I’m doing a one line phone install for a tiny house behind some vine covered shrubs. I knock on the door. It’s about nine am. Nice day. An odd man opens the door. He invites me in. He’s about thirty, very pale. Thin to the point of being ridiculous. I get his name to verify my work order, then put out a hand to shake with him. He hesitates, then shakes my hand. His hand is ICEY cold. He notices that I notice. He tells me a story…”I was at a college party at a lake in Wisconsin. I had some beers. I ran and dove into the lake. I dove into a submerged stump. I was in a coma for SEVEN YEARS. It changed me!” I asked him if he remembered anything. He replied, “There is no death, just a change!”…