Man, people like that are predators. Anyone who zeroes directly in on the most taught and high strung of emotions and memories and beliefs is unworthy of trust of faith. The idea is to find an even keel or a balance in life, at least as I've come to understand it. Contentment does not lie at the center of a chaotic, screaming, clawing, and fucking bleeding sobfest, nor does it wait at the end of psychotic and ear piercing railing at the world nor gnashing of the teeth. I'm sure Vicki's raps were quite emotional; she fed off of the darker human expressions of emotion like a Goddamn leech. In my humble opinion, I found her to be quite unimpressive. That doesn't mean I'm right man, because Christ knows I've been wrong as fuck many times before. But shit, like I said before, Vicki was nothing but a two bit snakeoil saleswoman to me. And frankly, I challenged her with some "tough" questions after she came at me like she knew what the fuck she was talking about, and that pseudo spiritual, fucking Stevie Nicks thing she had going for her disappeared like salt in water. All of the sudden, she had fangs for miles, and an ability to utter grave and ominous threats. Although, she never pushed me again. Which led me to question the sincerity of her motives, you know what I mean?