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Imagination is a funny thing. For some, it's the proverbial well that provides the fuel to ignite the greatest acts of self-expression in human history. For the rest of us, it's something we tap, whether it be occasionally or frequently, to make our miserable, real lives slightly more bearable – at least enough so to keep from making the headlines and reviving the effort to push mental health system reform, amongst other things. I'd say, in my own case, that my sense of imagination is dead-center between those two schools of thought. When I was younger, more ignorant, and my parents knew the importance of budgeting, the activity of choi