Looking Back Now, that "Sucker" Tatoo was Probably a Bad Idea...

I took advantage of one of those perfect weather days that you only read about by setting out early intent upon finding the Ferry station in the Lun Kwai Fung section of town. I plan to utilize the ferry next weekend to visit an area in Mainland China about an hour’s drift away called Macau. It’s famous mostly for casinos and while I’m not a huge gambler it should provide some interesting cultural observation opportunities.

While I waited at a cross light but 500 yards from my intended destination, I was approached by an Indian gentlemen dressed in a pin-stripped suit wearing a full, ratty, unkempt beard. As he inched closer I observed that he had his finger pressed against the space right above the bridge of his nose and he was uttering something that I had difficultly making out at first. His accent was very thick but I eventually decoded his message. He wanted to inform me that at this very indicated spot on my face I give off very positive energy. I was glad he thought so too, and I thanked him for noticing. Wishfully thinking that this potential nightmare had come to an end, I turned away from him back towards the direction I was originally headed. I did my best to ignore his stares and follow on comments so as to make it perfectly clear that I would rather have been just about anywhere else in the world at that very moment. Unfortunately, he must have mistaken my venom for bashfulness and he proceeded to grab my arm as so to indicate that he wasn’t finished with me yet. Just great…

Of course I always had a hunch that it is there, but I had absolutely no idea how strong this energy vibe that I give off really is…he wouldn’t shut up about it. After he spent sufficient time explaining that topic, he began to ask a series of small, yet probing personal questions. He wanted to know how old I was, how many brothers I had, where I hailed from and (oddly enough) what my favorite countries in both Europe and Asia are. I lied in my responses to his first three inquiries (Sorry, Mike…I didn’t feel like dragging you down with me here…) but I did truthfully offer Ireland and China as my favorite countries in the aforementioned continents respectively (confidently answered…you know…like the real, seasoned world traveler that I am). Now, I had no idea where this was going up until that point, but the fog then started to lift when he pulled out a piece of paper, stared me down and jotted down a couple of small phrases. I came to find that the purpose of this whole charade was to dissect my future based upon my considerable energy and the answers I had supplied him with. After about a minute of awkward silence, he began to report his findings…

Alright, gather around because I have some good news and some bad news to report to all of you. First, the bad… apparently I have two terrible habits (really…only two?) the most debilitating is that I am a person that is very open about sharing my plans for the future with anyone that cares to ask and as a result I am susceptible of being manipulated and taken advantage of (whatever the heck that means). The good news, however, is that I will be able to continue to make this mistake for quite a while given I should plan to live to the ripe old age of 97. It's a lopsided ruling if you ask me and I'll be more than happy to watch out for backstabbers as I age gracefully.

Now, I didn’t see it coming and I guess I never do (see: Indian soothsayer’s first observation), but in the end it was all a show aimed at conning me out of a couple of bucks. And here I thought we were actually starting to develop a rapport. Once I had had just about enough of this loon, I proceeded to inform him that his prophecy wasn’t worth squat and that he should move on to his next victim. He turned away looking discouraged, and unfortunately I doubt that we’re going stay in touch…

I just picked up my steady dinner of a Pizza Hut personal pizza for the third night in a row and considering the fact that 90% of my remaining solid intake consists of hamburgers (see: The Don Gorske Diet); I think it’s high time to get in the gym. I signed up this afternoon with ‘Pure Fitness’ and I’ll work out before work tomorrow morning. Hopefully, I’ll be able to catch the kick-off before having to head over to the office. I’ll root for two things: 1) that it is a good game so that you all can enjoy and 2) Rothelisberger ends up getting a real good vantage point of that jumbo-tron from his back.

Don’t forget to enjoy it.

Oh and I'm rapidly approaching 'jedi status' with this Canon. Grz has her hands full in next year's competition.