Windshield curse

Holy Fuck!  I am cursed.  Third time a rock has hit my windshield and cracked it in a year.

Let's think about those odds.
Of all the people in the DMV, that drive to work about 2 hours a days approximately 192 days a year.  Or 384 hours a year or around 16 solid days of my life per year.....  and I'm the lucky mother fucker that gets a broken windshield..... not once, but THREE times.

Really, can't we just transfer a portion of that craptastic luck over to winning the lottery or something?  I could really do some evi.. "good" with that money and save small animals and orphan shoes.

Ah shiiit!

What a lovely sight, this is one of the many residents/pedestrians of Silver Spring. I saw this in route to work. This dude is Shirtless drinking at 10am. See the brown paper bag ... That's a 40. Talk about kicking the weekend off. Do you think he woke up this morning and was like "it's casual Friday I'm going shirtless"?

Me suspects EVERYDAY is casual Friday for this guy, if you get my drift. Dang.