This was the day your luck returned, the luck you thought had left you. You little bastard! out of the fog, running around town sniffing out all the best deals. It was walking home after the last one had gone down, the latest in a run of jammy decisions, that you felt the dreck and drift of a two-year losing streak lift and vanish like the grimy puddles the streaming sun was steaming. You felt it like a satisfying click, a falling into place. Another befuddled mister lucky derided and delivered by Luck. To become yourself, lose yourself. Let yourself lose faith in your life and self-perception and ride it out until Luck builds it back up. Easy for me to say. I’m Luck.
