The Tower

Playing with tarot cards is my hobby. Reading the future is a fun game -- sometimes I win, and sometimes I lose. You could say that my ESP works at about 68%. One time, a prophecy of mine actually came true.

It's the morning of October 1st, 2017. I'm getting ready for the Pride festival, and I am having a bad bout of anxiety. You know, because psychos with guns like to hunt us for being queer. I drew the worst card of the pack: The Tower. For those of you who don't know, "The Tower" brings chaos and disaster. It didn't help with my fear, but I went anyway.

The festival itself was fun! Safe, no shooters. I went to sleep believing that I was in error, that I just flubbed up and picked a card based on my own feelings.

Wrong.

It's the morning of October 2nd now. I open my eyes, wipe off the sleep crust, and turn on my phone.

"Gunman Kills 58, Wounds 400+ in Las Vegas," read the headlines. The bottom drops out of my stomach. Chaos, disaster, and death rained down from the tower that is the Mandalay Bay hotel.

Still gives me the creeps to this very day.