Gary Turcotte

Secret Psychic Gary Turcotte

I was raised by my aunts after my mother was institutionalized. My father had abandoned the family years prior, the only thing we shared was our names. I turned eighteen; the state money ran out and my aunts pushed me to get on my own. I rented a home, got married and soon divorced. I walked away with nothing and found myself living in a friend's basement. It was 1992, Vanilla Ice had a hit record. A girl I was dating wanted to be in a band and dance on MTV. I was quick with rhymes and I wrote songs. We got a few gigs and things looked like they were turning around. Time passed by and I rarely visited my sedated mother. I didn't know what had driven her crazy until she passed away. She was a fortune teller, and on the eve of her death I inherited her gift. I never knew she was a psychic. I had bad habits; I had been drinking and drugging when the gift came to me. I thought I had gone insane. I was in uncharted water, and the songs I wrote were the fortunes I read from strangers that touched me at my shows. I decided to keep my gift a secret.