Bad luck

“nothing but bad luck” she said. 
Bad luck that the liquor store was open that day. Bad luck that Shishkin is such a genius. 

Wanna rip her fucking hands off and mill the fingers. Slice her brain in pieces and mix it with the powder left from her bones and sell the paste to her husband as a very expensive, miracle anti-aging cream.

And when he complaines about its ineffectiveness I will say that's just bad luck.


  1. there is no such thing as coincidence. no such thing as luck. and sure as fuck no such thing (NOTHING) like bad luck.

  2. Definitely following this blog, too;) I like your style of writing!!!