Hello there reader. I am sorry for the little inconsistencies. Just held up in the waking world.
I am sitting somewhere wondering if it ever gets better.
You see, my luck with good women. The worst. Just the other day, busy I was flattering a cute monster.
I knew I had to run faster than any wind when she said she liked the little lines my face made when I lie.
See, I was in danger!
But I was comfortable. Trouble not only brews trouble. Trouble finds, births and breeds trouble.
I should have ran faster. I could have, save these cold feet.
But my luck. Old, cold and definitely rotten. Funny eh?
Tell you this, friend to friend.
A secret reader, I know how to rid Old cold and definitely rotten luck.
See, too bad I am comfortable.