something happened. something at the fartest end of the universe turned on or off or inside-out and sent unluck my way. the smallest of things, losing a few dollars, walking down the steps of the subway right as the train i need is leaving, little car stalling. small things. but lots of them. every day. what does it mean. will it grow or wither away. is the world preparing and equalizing me for some futher and fantastically lucky moment. or am i being wlecomed to the school of hard knocks.
whatever it is, the cats still meow and the sun still sets. i keep finding nails on our floor and glass in the mailbox.
survive off of olives and chocolate and chardonnay. hide cigarettes and spare euros in boxes and jars for a rainy day. light a candle for the virgin de guadelupe. hope for the best.
remember what tommy newton said: "mary-lou! help me!"
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