pisces*

When I was ten our teacher, who had the kind of craft earrings that set off alarms in rational minds at five leagues distance, asked us to write horoscopes. My parents were called into the school over my entry for Pisces. I'll just give you the summary: "...All in all, it's such a bad time for Pisces you might as well kill yourself."

Like many people, my teacher could not distinguish healthy satire from genuine advice. As it turned out, she was a Pisces.

Hippies. Never were a good idea, and never will be.


* Esperanto for "wanky"