Today is a new day for the Ol' Man. As he walked to his car, head a li'l croggy from an alcohol-less hangover (how is this possible? How?), a li'l black cat crossed the sidewalk in front of him and towards him. The cute li'l fella stopped, sort of, and looked up at the Ol' Man to say, sort of, "What the f*ck are you looking at, asshole?"
So it's bad luck when they talk to you, right? Or is it walk toward you. Wait. Or is it the other way around. Sh*t. Waitaminute. It doesn't matter either way, today. Nope. Black cat? Pffft, the Ol' Man says.
See, he's trying this new thing called happiness.
He's noticed it's stopped raining this week, which coincides with said happiness, which means maybe the Ol' Man can change the weather, which means he feels really, really bad, about all these hurricanes, which means it's, of course, scheduled to rain this weekend, right around this cyclical thing called happiness checks out.
But in the meantime, happiness. Blame the black cat. And when it runs out, blame something stupid that's bound to happen.
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