I’m like the Al Bundy of bad luck right now. After all the shit that has happened to me in the past weeks, Im thinking about just giving up in life and just sell mixed drinks to wealthy tourist somewhere in South Pacific, where the days are hot and the nights are cool. I’ll go by the name of Jesus-Ernesto Santa Cruz, or at lease something that will attract the ladies.
`My car windshield cracked, that was $170, and I barely fixed it today after weeks procrastinating.
`Just right now I get ticketed for tinted front windows. WTF! Honestly, give me a fucking god damn break. Not to mention this mother fucker laughs at my misfortune as walks away.
`I shouldn’t forget about the degrading little bastards that tagged on my car with spray paint. Seriously, that’s some low shit right there. You’ve had to have been neglected as a child to have done something so low.
`Can forget that I just lost someone as well.
`Ran over a glass bottle at night in the middle of a fucking intersection. An intersection!!!! Wtf was it doing there in there first place?
`Just yesterday I cut off an unmarked police car. What kind of cop drives around at 11pm on a residential street in a 95 Ford Explorer?
I don’t even know what motivates me anymore.
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