Hanging in the Old Jail House
A funny thing I am noticing as I am growing older about the recollection of childhood moments is that, they are not so much real memories but stories that are so deeply ingrained in me that I cannot recall a time that they were not there. Moments that are spoken of so many times throughout the years that you know really did occur but when you think of the actual moment you get nothing. It’s like they have become more like folklore than history.
This is one of them.
When I was a small child my father worked at a mock pioneer village. You know the kind where they uproot all types of old buildings from here and there and scatter them around a few empty fields before they open the gates and the parents and children come flooding in soon to arm themselves with cotton-candy and toffee apples.
Anyway, there was (and still is to my knowledge) an old …
My Brief Incident as a Psychic
I had a very brief incident as a psychic. It only lasted for a few months, but I will never forget it.
I had lost my job. I was about to loose my apartment too. I didn’t know what to do. Someone turned me on to dubbing music and selling them. I did it for a while, paid my bills and all was good. Little did I know that I was being watched. Soon I was busted and found myself doing time in the county jail, one year.
It started out like this, I would be sitting around with a group of guys, just talking. Then when someone could not remember a name or detail about anything I would suddenly blurt it out. This scared some people. Some thought that I was a spy or something. I grew from there, I would tell guys how to plea their cases and win. I could tell them what their loved ones were …