lucky silentbob By fifteen Lucky (Words - Ott/Music - Fifteen) My beloved sister called me on the phone today She said I hate to be the one to tell you this My beloved sister called me on the phone today She said Lucky Dog shot himself in the head today My beloved brother called me on the phone today He said I saw them take his body away He said I found a note next to a rock of speed It said "give my dog to my folks, Sell my shit I cant trust anyone" "goodBye" Got me to thinking how we used to drive around Listen to NWA and steal people's recycle Got me to thinking how we cut up every door In the house, burn them up in the fireplace Got me to thinking how we used to hang out the window Fish for pigeons and little black girls Got me to thinking how we used to do dumb shit And think it was so cool Hey kid I hope you know sometimes life is gonna suck Hey kid I hope you know sometimes everything is gonna be fucked up Hey kid I hope you know the only way around your problems is straight through them Nothing is insurmountable, Nothing is undoable, Nothing is unbeatable, Nothing is impossible 010130 ... dean-bean I must have cut Lady Luck off on the free way once. Random things are s'posed to ballance out? I, without hyperbole, have the worst luck at games that require it. It's all s'posed to even out in the end, right? Or is my life proof positive that each individual toss of the coin is independant of the last and it should come as no suprise each and every time it comes up heads, right? 010409 ... misstree Thou Art God. how will it land? 031219 ... tilt but_time_will_tell 051121 ... tessa i really am terribly lucky so often things just fall into place 070923 ... belly fire They said, "You're one of the lucky ones." Lucky...is that fair? Because I imagine there was a great deal more involved there when her drivers side was t-boned on the 401 yesterday. She lived...and not a bone out of place. No, not lucky. Miraculous. 081210 ... tender_square a table of middle-aged women catalogued their sorrows of bones and bonds broken. stories tinged with embarrassment and shame and foolishness and newfound perspectives. and in these narratives, a golden vein of luck interwove our stories of suffering and survival: "it could have been so much worse, i'm lucky," we said. 230715 ... e_o_i Earlier this summer, my luck was in the presence of worthwhile experiences - mainly visiting new places, however short a time I had to appreciate them. In the past couple of weeks, it's been more about the absence of disaster, about what could have been worse - storms, minor injuries, etc. 230715 what's it to you? who go blather from