[...] I walked passed some grungy transient one night reading tarot cards in the bricked up window enclave beside the door to the bar. I sat down on the ground. Flipping the cards I had drawn--he started off by saying "You are the black sheep of the family"...and then he continued "you will never find true love. you will never find love in missoula."
I put to much into his mysticism...for some reason I thought he was right.