I’m Friday the 13th.
I’m the baddest of bad luck. Black cats and broken mirrors like left jabs and right straights from Muhammad Ali.
So what the fuck is going on?
Nothing is working anymore. I can’t hit my spots. Today, I saw children jumping on cracks in the sidewalk with no concern for their mother’s backs. I saw movers drop a mirror, shattering it into bits of self-reflection, and they were more concerned about the cost of the mirror, versus the consequences.
“At least you have the athletes,” Nature says.
