REALLYSMALLTALK FORTUNE TELLER

You either are or aren't the woman in front of Starbucks on Astor who spends her day standing up and nodding out on her feet. The beauty part is she holds a can of Betty Crocker chocolate frosting in one hand with a plastic knife stabbed down in it, and a smoke in the other. She nods off standing up and leans a bit forward which suddenly wakes her up. Then it's a delicious knife full of frosting from the can in the left hand, washed down with a drag from the smoke in the right hand. I laughed so hard. Exploded. That's when I realized I've maybe lived here too long, or at least walked around the streets too much in the last eight years. So, going to hell is my fortune after laughing. Your fortune is: if you're not the frosting eating, cigarette smoking junky fixture at Starbucks you will have a relatively good day today. If you are her, not such a good day. Hell, who knows, maybe she's having better days than any of us. I've frankly never had the balls to skip the cake like that.

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