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A friend emailed a question. She asked in earnest, "Jim how are you, really?" Trick Question Jim Culleny Not a trick by the asker but trick by my inner magician, my personal convoluter, my lithe prevaricator who first teased Eve under a tree with the acid, orange kumquat of knowledge which he bounced upon his forked tongue and upon which Eve and her shifty lover sadly choked. The question, How are you, really? is impossible for a fake to bear. To answer would be to mock God who sees through spin no matter how sincere. Better to say, Gooder 'n some. Better to say, Badder 'n others. Better to say, A mixed bag complex. A hick in a zoot suit. A pansey in a bucket of muck. I keep up appearances. I do my thing. I balance odds and ends as best I can. I go not where the four winds blow. You want the naked truth? Let me think about it 'cause I don’t know. May 2006