|
I remember once, long ago, getting a job that would allow me to live and work in San Francisco. I was high about it for two weeks. During that time, I could get a parking space directly in front of whatever store or place of business I was going to: not two rows back, not around the corner, but directly in front of the main door at high noon on Saturday. Even if the lot was packed: all I had to do was pull up in front, and somebody would by coincidence choose that very moment to pull out of their space. Got so that I would bet my passengers that it would happen, and it still would.
My euphoria died down after a couple of weeks, and my miraculous ability went away. Maybe I was warping space and time. Go figure.
|