psychic. Iâve always been fascinated by death. I donât know why. It might sound morbid, but Iâve always wondered what itâs like to be dead. I know, of course, that you stop breathing and people canât see you anymore and you can finally quit worrying about paying your car payment and your credit card minimum and your cable bill, but what does being dead feel like? As we motored down the 405 freeway doing a brisk three miles an hour, I realized I had a lot of questions for my girlfriendâs dead dog.
Mainly, though, I wanted to find out the answer to the big question:
What really happens when you die?
Well, to start with, I think the body is a container for the spirit.
In fact, Iâve heard people say that you choose your body. That may be so, but as you get older, your body falls apart, and I donât think you choose that. Maybe you just choose your body in the beginning. How does that work? Does your spirit go to a showroom and pick out the body it wants? Is it like a dealership? Can you haggle?
âThis body is short and dumpy, and I can see the hair is already thinning. I can tell that youâre rolling back the hair. Youâre not fooling me with that comb-over. This body is going bald at thirty. How much for something taller and better-looking, with a thick head of hair?â
I know that whatever body you choose, it will deteriorate. And when your body goes, it does not go quietly. You will leave a little something behindâsome farts, some pee, possibly a tiny bit of shit. Thatâs why some genius invented Serenity protective undergarments.
So, yes, I had a lot of questions for the pet psychic.
I had never been to a pet psychic beforeânever heard of a pet psychic beforeâbut I do believe in psychics. I think that some people have a gift: the ability to see into the future, even, in some cases, to connect with people who have passed on. You have to be careful, though. Not everybody who says theyâre a psychic is the real deal. I wouldnât stop on the way to the airport to get my fortune told by some psychic sitting outside her house in a folding chair. But if I got a solid recommendation from someone I trust, then I would see that psychic. I actually had an unbelievable experience with a psychic once, in the eighties. Totally freaked me out. And got me into a ton of trouble.
This psychic, Iâll call him Bandini, was really different. He was a hyphenate: He was both a psychic and a comedian. I know that sounds like a joke, but itâs not. He would perform his stand-up in clubs or at peopleâs homes, and after he finished his set, he would do readings. I went to see his show with a woman I was dating pretty seriously. After his set, I wanted to go to my place and have sex, but she wanted to stay and have her palm read. As far as negotiating our plans for the rest of the evening, we were very far apart. But I told her to go for it. I wanted to make a call anyway.
While my girlfriend was having her reading, I found a pay phoneâthis was before cell phonesâand called this
other
girl Iâd been seeing. Casually. Once in a while. Couple of times. Weâd gone to high school together and lost touch. Then somehow we reconnected and had gone out the week before. Casually. Couple of times. To a motel.
âHow did it go?â I said to my girlfriend in the car after her reading, not really caring that much how it went. I cared mainly about getting her back to my place.
âInteresting,â my girlfriend said. âHe read my palm.â
âThatâs kind of a cliché, isnât it? Not very original.â
âCall it what you want. He definitely saw certain things.â
âReally? Like what?â
I should say that at this point, I thought all psychics were full of crap, able to wow you by telling you a few âamazingâ things that they figured out just by being observant.
âWell,â my
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