Are you listening?
Sometimes extraordinary things happen, and sometimes, they can happen to the same person more than once. What’s more is, “extraordinary” doesn’t necessarily mean, “good”.
There’s these things called, “shit storms” and whether you like it or not, you can find yourself caught in one and it’s like, what the fuck? How did this happen?
Time to go.
Not my scene. Not my life.
I mean really?
I am basically a good person. I would go so far as to say I can be and have been a, “great” person (at most times, I do not profess to be perfect), but for whatever reason, it seems I have been doomed from birth to be buried in bullshit.
It never ceases to amaze me how so much off-the-wall, bad-ass shit can happen to one person…and why in the hell does it have to be me?