OK look, I’ve done some bad things in my Life, who hasn’t? I’ve killed a hell of a lot of insects, and a bird once. I’ve lied to friends and family. I’ve stolen goods from honest shop-keeps. I’ve broken countless laws. I’ve drunk alcohol before I was legally allowed to. I’ve had impure thoughts. I’ve been purposefully immoral.

I’ve done some stuff.

Generally speaking, though, I’d like to think I was a pretty decent guy. Sure, I’m an agnostic sinner, but still, I treat people pretty well. I’m fiercely loyal to my friends, and I am always there to lend a hand when anyone is in need.

Even so, karma definitely hates my fucking guts. “Why do you say that?” you ask. I’ll tell you why:

Not two blocks from the body shop, after picking up my truck after being repaired from the accident, I was at a red-light and… rear-ended again! Literally and honestly less than 5 minutes after dropping $750 to fix my bumper, it was smashed into again… by yet another person who was totally sorry and oh my god I wasn’t even paying attention. And all I could do was laugh and laugh and laugh.

PS I’m fairly certain that this is god’s way of testing me to be one of the avenging angels of the Apocalypse. You may want to reconsider how you treat me. I’m just saying.