(2/8) “My mom taught me to roll a joint when I was ten years...

(2/8) “My mom taught me to roll a joint when I was ten years old. Which is super fucked up, I know. But I’m only saying that so you’ll understand she’s a huge hippie freak. And she ends up becoming best friends with Blanche. We spend so much time over there that Blanche becomes like an aunt to me. She’s a nice old lady. Bit of a drinking problem, but a super nice lady. She takes an interest in my life. She’s asking me about my feelings. She’s teaching me about karma, and reincarnation, and all these other things. And I keep seeing her do supernatural shit. She’s healing people left and right. One time she tells my mother: ‘Dorothy, you have lung cancer. It hasn’t spread yet, but you need to get it out.’ So my mom goes to the hospital for a scan, and wouldn’t you know, there’s something there. Just a clump of cells. Barely detectable. The doctor is convinced it’s nothing. But he sends off a sample, and sure enough, it’s cancer. Absolute craziness. But I’m seeing this kind of shit over and over. Blanche remains a big part of my life all through my teenage years. I’m over at her apartment all the time. And one day this smoking hot girl comes in for a healing session. This isn’t even a girl,  it’s a woman. Late twenties. Hippie sophisticate. Jeans and a t-shirt. Totally my type. Right when I saw her, I excused myself to the restroom. Now I hadn’t spoken to Jesus since the age of twelve when I was betting on racehorses with my cousin Kenny. But I closed the door behind me, folded my hands, and said: ‘Jesus, please. Let me have this girl and I will never ask you for anything else again.’ Then I walked back out, cool as a cucumber, and shook her hand. ‘I’m Vicky,’ she said. And that was it. I was like hypnotized. But I fucked it all up. I was too scared to make a move. But that’s when the supernatural shit kicks in again. Because the very next day, I’m coming out of my acting class. I’m standing right here in this spot. Nowhere near Blanche’s apartment. And here comes Vicky walking down the street. She says ‘hello.’ She asks me what I’m doing. And I tell her I’m studying to be an actor. That’s when she says: ‘Oh! We should see a play together.’”