Holiday Homage Part Six: THE Sam

This summer whilst doing "Sweeney", I met Sam Pettit.

I was focused on bringing Anthony to life, so throughout the show and backstage I was serious, quiet, reflective. This guy brought life to the backstage. He is JOY. There was a performance in which he could not "attend the tale" and the show was different, lacking somehow.

He is a high school senior and has the lovable qualities of youth: exuberance, unparalleled energy, a need to learn, and...

He is pleasantly himself.

He has a real sense of who he is and that is a rarity in someone so young. He dares to be different, but in an organic way, not to rebel and for that I respect him. He is more aware than some I know twice his age.

We have kept in touch throughout the months. When I am pensive or dwelling in the darkness, he is a light of hilarity.

I do not know where Sam's course will lead him, but I am profoundly grateful that it lead him to me this summer.

He is such a raw talent with the ability to do a kick ass impression of the Joker, Johnny Depp (Jack Sparrow), etc. and he is the embodiment of beautiful. From within to his artistic dark brownish-black hair, Sam dances forth with a grin, a joke, a hug. It is refreshing to view someone so handsome on the outside be a person of such depth on the inside.

Sam, this Holiday season I am taking note of the ones that make it make sense. You are one of those POPPET. (He likes when I say that.) I wish there were more in the world like you. What a wonderful world that would be indeed. :-)

I love you, man. (Yes, I wrote "man"... I did it. I owned it too.)

Thank you for supporting me, making me laugh, and being my newfound friend of 2008.

Dustin

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The Unbroken Thread

Happy Christmas. It is upon us in this hour, this time, this day... after all the fuss, the frenetic pace, it smiles as it does each year finding us in some of the same places and in some different phases. I always flip through the rolodex of my life on this day, remembering the last 30 Christmases (well I guess I don't remember the first few that well) like they are all connected in one amazing thread charting my successes, my growth, my defeats, my darkness, and my light. Technically Christmas has not really begun. I have not done the ritual of heading to my Mom's and opening gifts and waltzing to see our Christmas film, but I have already been touched by Christmas. I write a lot, in this land of musings I have shared 257 writings with you, my friend, my reader spirits. Much has happened in these past two years, but let me simply write that I was not sure that I would ever enjoy Christmas again, ever really feel connected to it, no matter what I tried to do, I felt adrift ...

I Love the Clarks

I LOVE THE CLARKS!!!!!!!!!!!! (I used twelve exclamation marks/points to show the significance of the love and because twelve is my cosmic number.) It is that simple. Jay and Karen (and the illustrious Quin) allowed me to move into their lovely home under the proviso I would be out in a few days. Well that was October 18th and, look at your calendar folks, I am still here. I think that finally the light has bounced off of a nimbus cloud that I have not seen before and I might have a dwelling. But... I LOVE these two people. They just get me and leave me to my own devices. In this time where I have sequestered myself off into my own little respite lair, they have let me "do my own thing". And they are such lovely, talented, decent people. It has been my honour to get to know them more and their ultimate collaboration, THE Quin. He is the COOLEST child ever. I adore the boy. Tonight Jay, Karen, and I played a card game called Nerts. I am addicted and I saw new shades ...

Loving the Squiggly

I was typing the other day and instead of hitting the ! key I hit the ~ key. Two odd altercations happened between two friends and me via facebook so I have deactivated my account for a bit. It was hurtful and unexpected. So when I hit the ~ key it made me smile and forget all that nonsense. ~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dustin

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