A young alcoholic in Burma was fired from his truck driving route. With no money or prospects, he returned to the local monastery, where he had been educated, for food and shelter. One of the monks there was a master fortune-teller; he could draw up star charts, read palms, and the people respected him. The young drunk watched him, wrote down everything the monk told his customers, studying which people needed which types of messages, how to satisfy them, yet keep them coming back. When he was confident enough, he started wandering around festivals to tell fortunes, and got quite good at it himself. He soon moved back to Rangoon and set up shop in the shade of the banyan trees at the zoo.


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