So, my hairdresser has always been into tarot and crystals and the paranormal and general awesome stuff like that.
I walk in today for my appointment and she says, “So, who’s Josh?”
I said, “I don’t know. Who is Josh?”
Apparently she felt the presence of a young man named Josh around me, and honestly that would explain a lot.
I downloaded the ghost radar app for fun and just thought to make a poem of the things it said during a sitting.
Wild, afternoon made river.
A skin’s character.
This street contains a circus.
Whose saint did the dollar win?