I was driving my "mother's" Cadaillac down I-95 to 20 West, just cruising. Young, fresh, and yes, very naive, apparently. martha had discovered another sure fire scam. One that was perfect this time; M adame Watson; Fortune Teller/ Voodoo Priestest/ Spiritual Advisor. Magically, with very little effort, s/he doned the garb,long robes, exotic scarves, head dresses, geles, etc. Faked a foreign accent, and proceeded to fool the dumbest of the dumb out of their hard earned cash, life savings, and Food stamps. We laughed about it.While never missing "Church". Every big score s/he took us,just me,and her shopping. No, the low, stingy slut, never bought me shit! One pair of cheap shoes, maybe, if I played the "Coon", complimented her fake ass for something. That was it! No, s/he was not going to reward me. After all, s/he did all the hard work. s/he went down on graves collecting her "Goofer Dust". s/he looked up the spells in her &q