The funny thing about crap cars is that they just won’t die. They’re everywhere you look.
or why closure beats, uh, unclosure? Opener? Don’t read this whatever you do.
Seeing one of these in your parking lot:
Alone, it’s just a coincidence. It’s not like its this one. Coupled with seeing every red Cougar in town (except the one I want) and repeatedly hearing the song that your dedicated ringtone came from, it’s more than a coincidence. It’s…..
a random series of coincidences.
It still fucks with your head.