Return from Sin
Suffice it to say, even when you know what you’re doing, sometimes Lady Luck really wants nothing to do with you. Some say this has to do with your personality, but I think it’s more likely that she’s just a bitch. Let us never speak of it again (until the next time. Vegas baby, yeah!)
On the plane ride back I sat next to someone that I had sat next to the last time I was flying back from Los Angeles. I recognized him by his (literally) rose-colored glasses, strange mutterings to himself as he read Business Weekly, and interminably runny nose from his interminable sickness (which elicited further self-mutterings and breathy exclamations of shiiiiiiiit). I suspect he may be sick again because he keeps wiping his nose with that same handkerchief I remember.