The card man in the back room had a slew of people the other night. People wanting to know more. People, hovering, afraid to know more. Apparently it takes some degree of courage to sit across from the card man. When they finally muster up the nerve, he spreads the cards on the table and instructs them to choose…then he interprets, one by one, the cards they pick. Moi could tell them what happens after “more”. It’s not always so bad – just different.
Several who come often…’regulars’ they are called…. sometimes sit with the card man just to converse. Some regulars, as well as Catrina, did the other night and the card man seemed happy to talk about his life and not just the lives of those paying for his services. Obviously, it’s not ‘all’ about the money for him. One regular, spotting the card reader’s painted arm, asked to see the entirety of his tattoo. “In that event”, the card man responded, ” I would have to read naked tarot or read tarot, naked”. Catrina squashed that idea. Like naked yoga, seeing “more” isn’t always so bad and, maybe, not so good – just different.
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