A Letter To Friday The Thirteenth

              You sir are an interesting animal. I can’t figure you out. I think about the time I ate pad thai, chomped down on something hard, found a baby tooth in my mouth. Looked up, there you with your hands folded like some kind of jester. Or how my first kiss ever was actually lush and brilliant. There you were. What are you trying to pull? You pop up at the most unrelated moments so that I’m never expecting that it’s you when something happens. Then I have to try to piece all those random somethings together like they mean something!