Meeting with Remarkable Tom
Journal, Spring 1984. North Hollywood

Tom began to loll his head and his eyes began to flutter, apparently falling into a trance even as he sat down at the table next to me. He shuffled the cards. "The sign of the fish," he said. "I keep seeing the sign of the fish on your shoulder." More mumbling, then some drawings of harps and a few Hebrew letters on a legal pad. "Around the time the spirit was saying, 'today I become a man...'" He lolls his head some more and writes "river," "Christ," "fog." "Are you asking me about a vision?"