Thursdays!

Just when everything was at it darkest, the calendar clicked over to Thursday. Things got worse.

My life has been a long string of Thursdays.
I was born on a Thursday and that, for me, was as good as it gets. My first marriage was on Thursday. So was my first divorce. I was hit by a New York taxi in Brooklyn on Thursday. I mistakenly enlisted in the military on Thursday and arrived just in time for the war on Thursday. The best job I ever had ended when the company went broke on Thursday. The only street fight of my life was in Seattle on Thursday. In Chicago, some fool in a fire truck turned the wrong way onto a one way street and totaled my new car on Thursday. I was across the street having lunch in a burning diner. Due to a mixup in social security numbers the IRS billed me for 986,000 dollars on Thursday. It took a Friday, a weekend and 108 more Thursdays before the mistake was resolved. Even after playing guitar for nearly 50 years I met a nine year old who played infinitely better than I ever did on Thursday. She started on the previous Monday. The first of my many publication submission rejection notices came on Thursday. My brother agreed to store my belongings while I was traveling overseas. His house burned down the following Thursday. To make my life complete I will no doubt die on Thursday. For reasons that completely evade me,

I could never get the hang of Thursdays.

Everybody has got to be against something. I am against that great harbinger of bad things to come . . .

Follow up:

WEDNESDAYS!