I moved to CA primarily because I'd hoped there would be more intelligent, abnormal people with modern viewpoints and scientific or technological interests than in, say, Pennsylvania (hrk!). This is in fact true, however there are also *psychics.* Not only that, there are apparently people who support this business since there are quite a few of them, especially in a strange place like Santa Cruz. It's totally bizarre to see this stuff next to high-tech industry like biotech research firms.
"Hey, I could lie to you and take your money too!" was my first thought when I moved here, however I quickly decided that most people wouldn't pay for a session like this:
Someone: "So, are the spirits telling you anything about my future?"
Me: "Spirits? You've got to be totally insane, right? I mean, can I buy some 'shrooms from you or what? I'll give you some 'spirit advice:' go read a book, and not a book written by someone with a name like 'Jade Flower.'"
Someone: "Are you sure you're a psychic?"
Me: "Sure I'm sure. I'm a psychic, I know more about this than you do. And you're fat."
Someone: "What?"
Me: "The spirits say you need to stop eating so many fucking chips and go to the gym. Now pay me before I light you on fire to block out that horrible smell."
So thus ends my career as a fortune teller. Poor attempts at humor aside, it's quite fascinating to see both ends of the "liberal" spectrum at the same time; modern, high-tech intellectual types and old world "I believe in magic because I smoke pot 24/7 and it gives me magic powers" types living in the same communities. No offense to people who toke intended, I also know plenty of highly intelligent stoners, but it does seem to make people a little nonreactive to the real world.
In a little town with some great redwood forest access called Felton, which is rather near here, there's also a bigfoot museum. I'd like to think that it's one of those sarcastic cult humor things, but I'm probably just trying to make myself feel better.
Also, a somewhat more recent photo, slightly less stupid-looking, and you can see the "weeds" in my back yard completely obscuring the fence (morning glories and ivy seem to like to grow into everything here). I've also continued to revise my profile to make sure it's totally nonsensical; enjoy.
Contrary to popular belief and as though anyone cares, I do not have a receding hairline; I was born with that forehead and, assuming I don't encouter any parties of crazy, scalping bandits at any point in my life, I'm assured by medical science that I will die with it. We do have the psychics, though, so there could be scalping bandits as well.
"Hey, I could lie to you and take your money too!" was my first thought when I moved here, however I quickly decided that most people wouldn't pay for a session like this:
Someone: "So, are the spirits telling you anything about my future?"
Me: "Spirits? You've got to be totally insane, right? I mean, can I buy some 'shrooms from you or what? I'll give you some 'spirit advice:' go read a book, and not a book written by someone with a name like 'Jade Flower.'"
Someone: "Are you sure you're a psychic?"
Me: "Sure I'm sure. I'm a psychic, I know more about this than you do. And you're fat."
Someone: "What?"
Me: "The spirits say you need to stop eating so many fucking chips and go to the gym. Now pay me before I light you on fire to block out that horrible smell."
So thus ends my career as a fortune teller. Poor attempts at humor aside, it's quite fascinating to see both ends of the "liberal" spectrum at the same time; modern, high-tech intellectual types and old world "I believe in magic because I smoke pot 24/7 and it gives me magic powers" types living in the same communities. No offense to people who toke intended, I also know plenty of highly intelligent stoners, but it does seem to make people a little nonreactive to the real world.
In a little town with some great redwood forest access called Felton, which is rather near here, there's also a bigfoot museum. I'd like to think that it's one of those sarcastic cult humor things, but I'm probably just trying to make myself feel better.
Also, a somewhat more recent photo, slightly less stupid-looking, and you can see the "weeds" in my back yard completely obscuring the fence (morning glories and ivy seem to like to grow into everything here). I've also continued to revise my profile to make sure it's totally nonsensical; enjoy.
Contrary to popular belief and as though anyone cares, I do not have a receding hairline; I was born with that forehead and, assuming I don't encouter any parties of crazy, scalping bandits at any point in my life, I'm assured by medical science that I will die with it. We do have the psychics, though, so there could be scalping bandits as well.