I’d missed two flights that morning. The first one I slept through after having fallen asleep at 4 a.m. The second one I barely missed.
My solution was to book a first class ticket for later that day, burning through yet another credit card I didn’t need. By that time I was over $20,000 in credit card debt, heading to Los Angeles to meet a tarot reader I saw in a book I purchased back in New Orleans, days before.