i'd like to think i'm smarter than buying into cliche, oversimplified images - but alas, i have stereotyped the atlantic city boardwalk psychic. when i went in for my cheap thrill, each piece of non gypsy-esque garment, every bulb brightly lighting the room (not the richly decorated, dim tent) together with the utterly ordinary face across from me so quickly and cleanly shattered the mystique i'd built up. bummer.
a few hours later, we walked past another place, exchanged a look and a shrug and impulsively headed over. i got another disillusioning setting but the SAME PSYCHIC READING!! how could these two different people possibly spin me identical predictions?!! so, second shock of the day: maybe palm reading is not complete bull.
revelation number three: my favorite place to chill is under vacant piers.
awesome photo cred goes to david.
now playing: Isreal Kamamawiwo'ole's cover of "Over the Rainbow"
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