It's In The Cards

Not too terribly long ago I found myself infatuated with a youngun, so I pretended I liked what he liked and paid 20 damn dollars to get "my cards" read by a ten-feet tall, spooky-lookin' chick he highly recommended!  She told me what she probably told every sucker customer before and after me.  When I left her, all I could think was, if I'm gonna have my cards read again, I'm gonna have 'em read by a bonafide professional:  PSYCHIC WAYNE!  From everything I've heard, this dude is the Real Deal!  I wonder if he can tell me if the Amazon gave the youngun a KICKBACK!