"Mala ultro adsunt".
Donāt ask me what it means because I donāt know; itās already a lot that Iāve written it.
I believe it has to do with misfortune, bad luck, you know, that thing I leave
on the highway only to find waiting for me on my doorstep, the wobbly piece of domino that falls on 98 tiles just 2 from the finish line,
the rain, lurking around the corner, making its appearance every time
I take the car to the wash. Is it really that, or could it also be why tonight,
like every night, I return the favor by shooting blindly and always hit you!
Very good, or rather bad! Welcome to the column that brought about the downfall of CeauČescu,
studied (in vain) by the KGB, the CIA, and Interpol, the one they would have wanted
to take to the front in the Korean War instead of Monroe.
Speaking of war, here are five soldiers who... I wonāt add anything else.
Once again tonight, itās easier than a four-piece puzzle. Ready?!
Break a leg!
ps. Due to my own reasons, I had to publish at 8:00 PM. Sorry!
