My boyfriend wears a sort of necklace, all the time. It’s like twine, nothing fancy. I asked him why, and he explained that for his entire life, if he wasn’t wearing a necklace, any necklace, he had horrible, abysmal luck. IE, last time he took it off two years ago, he wrecked his car and his last girlfriend left him.

This morning we were bumping genitals and I broke it by mistake. As soon as we get up our roommate calls out and says she needs to go to the ER. Now. Ollie’s car’s tags expired last week. He is also out of gas. I ran to get my car, the battery was dead. This happened within the perfect span of time to make sure he missed his meeting to pick up his headshots with his agent and I missed my classes today.

This all happened in twenty minutes.

Holy shit.