goodluck? badluck?

i usually tend to think that when a bird poops on you it's good luck. think about it. this bird could be anywhere, in the air, on the ground, sitting on a wire. and a person could be anywhere, we're very mobile creatures. and bird poop is so small, usually. so what are the chances that a bird's poop and you will meet? pretty, pretty, pretty small (usually). but pigeons are a different story...

i'm not sure if you've noticed, but i really don't like pigeons. i basically think, and i'm sure i'm not alone on this one, that they are RAT with WINGS. so as we are walking in venice we hit up st. mark's square (or plaza san marco). and the place is infested with these winged rodents. they're everywhere.




people holding out crackers and they're jumping all over them. but it looked kinda fun to do. how many times and i going to be in venice and let these little shit monkeys on me? probably never. so i decided to face my fears and walk amongst them...


f' it, i don't want to be that lucky. luck happens when you least expect it, not when you invite it and let it poop on you jackass...