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My Encounter with a Part-Time Psychic
The Incredibly True Tale of Terry
Good Friday, 2009. My pants were covered in liquid and it looked exactly like I’d pissed myself. Why did this happen to me?
Because of Terry, that’s why.
Who is Terry?
My friend and I had been enjoying a quiet drink in the beer garden of a local hipster pub when our chat was interrupted by a nearby gentleman.
“’scuse me, ladies. I’m getting an awkward vibe from one of youse.”
We forced our faces into friendly yet harmless expressions. There was something intense about the guy and we didn’t want to offend.
He’d been sitting alone, nursing a beer, wearing an Adidas three-stripe tracksuit. This was during the glory days of the hipster when all the other men in the pub wore vintage clothes and big beards.
“What makes you say that?” my friend asked politely.
“I’m a part-time psychic.”
“How can you be a part-time psychic?”
The man ignored our question. “I’m picking up that one of you went through some tough times but now you’re over them.”
“That could describe pretty much anyone in the world,” my friend muttered so only I could hear. “It…
