Insight (2 of 2): Tarot.

One of my other colleagues who I ran into heard that story, and so she told her story -

She grew up in West Virginia, and even though she looked like a punk with a shaved head and long mohawk and stuff, she was a good kid, but didn't know where she belonged, so she went to go see this regionally famous tarot card reader, a woman named Betty and lived in a trailer, and on Sat. nights like 12-15 cars would line up on the road outside her property, each waiting in turn to see her for their half-hour session (! - people waited a long time).

So, my colleague who had the punk haircut finally got in there, and she was terribly unimpressed by the reading. She doesn't remember too much, except that the woman assumed she had problems with her parents and drugs, and she didn't.

"And don't keep sleeping with those black boys," Betty told her, too.