i stood silently in the alleyway between my house and the academy of the dance, staring at the silent black of the night sky – this was something that i enjoyed doing on random nights for no apparent reason. i was appreciating the fact that i was able to wear shorts, sandals and a t-shirt and still feel very comfortable. i didn’t realize the strength of my temptation; nestled neatly between my middle and pointer fingers rode a lit cigarette, its parasitic smoke rising into the atmosphere only after it wrestled and wrangled through my unsuspecting alveoli.
my trek through the neighborhood a few hours earlier in the evening produced several encounters with black cats. one house in particular had accumulated a small congregation of them – as i passed by quietly humming several stabbing westward tunes i chanced to hear earlier in the day, they all sat there seemingly unconcerned with my presence, silent and observing. i took notice that since none of them were moving none could be crossing my path, which instantly cancelled out any thoughts that bad luck might fall upon me. right?
i’d like to think that in most cases bad luck only finds people who are looking for it, but you never know.
*knocks on wood*