Magic by The Kerosene Hours

No, you’re not a doctor, or a teacher, or a firefighter but you still have a very important job—you’re a fortune teller in the heart of Los Angeles and people need you. They pay you good money to guide them, help them through tough times, and to tell them what the future will bring. The problem is you’re just as lost as they are and don’t know the first thing about them or what lies ahead. You lie to every person who sits in front of you with their palms up and their eyes closed begging for answers but that’s okay because people don’t want the truth. People don’t really want to know what the future looks like, they want hope and you give it to them. So rest easy fortune teller, as long as your stories are fun, as long as your stories are good, and as long as your stories are gold, people will always need you.

Los Angeles. Dark, scary nights. Bad dreams. Cigarettes. Mistakes. Good intentions. The road to Hell. Apologies.