Community Festival 2006
Yesterday's "fair" was a flop. I'm glad all the clients that I encouraged to go did not come. It was nothing like Concentric Circles. There were only two other vendors, and I did the best of all with a terrible profit. There were a lot of people there, a crowd large enough to make me mad paranoid, and yet they didn't really bring any more cash besides their entry fees. The readings I sold were terribly underpriced because people would be like "Uh, I only have seventy-four cents... Can I have the big reading for that much?" And I'd do it because it was better than sitting there. The other tarot reader was a nice, little old man who was stark raving mad, wrote terrible poetry, and made little dragons as art. "I make dragons... Or rather, dragons use me to get made." I came home early because my brain did not like it there.