Grant Patrizio rants about luck; Who has it, Who doesn't, and where it counts.

I’ve always been really jealous of people who always have good luck. Not just good luck in, say, finding a face-up nickel on the pavement. I’m talking about the luck of having anything and everything they want to happen to them… well, happen. They want to find a pretty lady to make theirs and have the sweet loving chances with? They get it. They want an A on a test? They get it. They want to go to a party? An invite is sent to them within 12 hours of them even thinking about it. THAT’s just insane. What do you think they do to receive said good fortune? From my angle, it looks like they do JACK SHIT.

I, on the other hand…am not so lucky. Whenever a stroke of luck hits me, and I feel like I’m finally getting a lucky break, it’s like the overall balance of the planet and the survival of the human race are put into jeopardy and the stroke of luck gets negated RIGHT THEN AND THERE. Take Halloween for example. I was (finally) invited to a Halloween party, since I wasn’t cool enough in High School or last year to get the invitation. I hear it’s pretty far away from campus, so I’d need a car to get there. I go downtown to get my car, only to find that my window got busted into. The point? I got the invite, confirmed my going, then fate said “WRONG. YOU NO GO TO PARTY.”

I am lucky in one way, though… I am DAMNED good at attracting busses. Whenever I need a bus to take me somewhere as I pass a bus stop, one immediately shows up. It opens its doors and speaks to me. It says “Come in me, big boy. I’ll take you wherever you need to go.” If only I had that luck with women…