When something particularly random, senseless and cruel happened to me, my father would say those very words to me. Then he would laugh and laugh. Then a hug, and off I went.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Nostradamus Is My Bitch
Predicting (in fantasy #5) that Anna Nicole Smith would die soon of an overdose wasn't exactly betting the longest shot on the board in Vegas, but goddamn.
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