May 12, 2009 § 1 Comment
>I’m not exaggerating when I say that my luck has been terrible for the last couple months. It’s been one crisis after another. So maybe it should have come as no surprise that when I finished having dinner last night with my friend, Veronica and walked to the train to go to Joe’s house, first my sandal strap broke off. When the train approached Joe’s stop, a drunken man threw up all over the back of my jeans and leg. I screamed, but the man was too out of it to apologize. Joe scrubbed and boiled my jeans. I believe things happen for a reason, but I don’t understand why life keeps beating me down.