Luck has not been on my side.
Things keep breaking in my life, including my body parts.
I think someone has cursed me.
This is Los Angeles after all.
A couple of weeks ago I jammed two of my toes, jumping up trying to reach a styrofoam water cooler for a camping trip in Joshua Tree.
I came down on them wrong and couldn't really walk for a solid 3 days.
When I woke up the next morning they were purple as fuck.
I thought maybe the fit of bad luck was over on voting day, the day I voted for Bernie Sanders and then he lost.
Things had been okay since then.
Fast forward to the 4th of July and I'm partying at my friend Josh Anzano's pool party for the holiday.
I'm having a conversation with some people and all of a sudden this giant shaggy dog starts going nuts right next to me and knocks over a potted cactus...onto my bare fucking feet.
There was blood, and after 5 or 10 minutes, an immense amount of pain.
People came to pick the spikes out of my feet and clean my wounds for me while I sat there hissing in pain.
The pain kicked in and lasted for about 15 minutes until it started to fade, but then by bedtime it came back in an entirely different sense... and wouldn't go away until I got antibiotics from beautiful baby angel and personal friend Dr. Chanel Gordon.
It must've been infected.
I couldn't walk for a couple days again!
The brujeria is real!
My poor feet!