Nailed

For the 4th or 5th time in the last three years, I got a nail in the back tire of my motorcycle. That's a quick $200 down the crapper. $200. $200. $200 every fucking time I need a new motorcycle tire. Either I've made an enemy, which is entirely possible, or there's some kind of nail fairy that scatters roofing nails in the carpool lane of the 405 at night. I suppose that I could just be unlucky, except that I don't believe in luck. Unless by luck you mean an excuse people use to not try hard or to be woefully unprepared for life. I'd love to buy stock in that kind of luck. Then at least I might be able to afford some new motorcycle tires.