...I'm working outside and a Yogi/ Palmist who, while wearing a turban looked a lot like the Beatles' guru "*Maharishi Mahesh*":http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maharishi_Mahesh_Yogi, just read me a fortune...I'm open to anything (since this editorial thing has gotten hairy and grown teeth, yeah, still finishing up refinements)...he told me I had a good heart...have had ups and downs over the past 3 years and good luck is coming my way because I'm a hard worker...yeah, I filed all of that under the "tell me some shite I don't know, brothermean...he also told me that I think too much and that I should just breathe and relax a little more...then he told me he'd pray for me...then he asked for 20 bucks...I looked down to see if there was any straw in my shoes because surely this guy thought I'd just fallen off the turnip truck...then, the piece of paper that he told me to write down a couple of things about during his preamble, he asked me to unfold and to see if what he'd said was on it...it was...every fuggin' thing, son...all things being equal, that last bit wiped the smirk off my face because some things in life can't be rationally explained...I didn't have a twen on me and I wasn't about to cut him a check...I told him to come back in a week and I'd shoot it to him......I imagine that the John Coltrane cut in the player above, from his Giant Steps LP "*my song review's here*":http://chronicridicule.blogspot.com/2006/09/john-coltrane-heavyweight-champion-ad_18.html , is what my mind sounds like when I'm multitasking (as, I'm posting this during a five minute smoke break...
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