The Streak Of Bad Luck

Today is Tuesday, a workday. I will be going in 30 minutes earlier. I had some bad luck this morning, but I'm not worried about, well at least I'm still alive. I am glad I am shaping you from the world because the world can be _itch. I have always stuck to working out it always has helped me make it through life, maybe that is why I'm still alive. I have been doing this ever since high school, and it has become a habit, so it is nothing new. I had to find a way to expend all of this surpressed energy, of wanting to be athlete. But, it helps to keep your mind focused, maybe that it the reason why I watch sports, because in sports you fight in order to win a game. I just hope I can stay strong and be able to survive in this world. I hope all of you out there will stay strong too, so you will be able to survive in this world, because the world is rough, it not a joke. I am just trying to stay alive, not worrying about all the things that go on in life, but I'm aware of it. I think my streak of bad luck continued after I left work. After work, since I got off a little earlier I was going to go to the bookstore to just browse around. So, when left work, and got in the car I didn't think to put my seatbelt on because of the bookstore is right down the road, it is like next door. Something told me to put the seatbelt own but I didn't listen to the voice. I always wear my seatbelt, but because this was next door, I didn't think it would matter much. Then when I entered the bookstore parking lot, the cop started blinking his light, and I was scared thinking what in the world I had done. I think he was probably just sitting there waiting in parking lot. He asked me for my license and registration and told me the reason why he stopped me. He said he stopped me for not having my seatbelt on when I enter the parking lot. How did he know I didn't have it on, I could have unfastened it when I turned into the bookstore parking lot. I was so upset at the time, and took my aggression out on th steering wheel, and I think I said a bad word, a word I don't usually say, while he was in his car writing the ticket. I am glad he went easy on me, I am very lucky to only get charged $25 dollars, but it is wasted money though. It could of been used for gas or Christmas gifts. My advice would be to buckle up, because the cops are on the prowl.

I think it was time for the Santi poem after all of this, but I can't relate to the second half of the poem that is for all the lovers

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