Listen, gentle reader. I messed up last match’s prediction. I knew it all along. It’s so predictable. I knew something like my prediction would go wrong (something’s always wrong). So you don’t have to call or say anything at all. It’s so predictable (so predictable). I mean, everyone’s been calling. Like I’ve been gone for days. There’s a note left on the table telling me of my mistakes.
Whenever I make mistakes like this, some people assume I get real down on myself. Nope. I just wanna live. Don’t really care about the things that they say. Don’t really care about what happens to me. I just wanna live. So, I enjoy the georgic surroundings here at the compound.
In the end, it’s a new day. Yes, it all feels old, but it’s a good life, that’s what I’m told.
It’s not always understood, but hard days made me and hard nights shaped me. Lots of studying to become proficient at chicken augury. I persisted and succeeded. I’m happy with myself. I mean, I don’t wanna be just like you. That’s what I’m sayin’.
Honestly, some people, upon hearing I wanted to be an augur, said, “Go to college, a university. Get a real job.” That’s what they said to me, but I could never live the way they want. I’m gonna get by. I’m the top augur in a lovely city. In fact, I’m doing more than getting by.
To be sure, this power can be scary. And you’re not sure what you’re waiting for, but you don’t want to know more. And you’re not sure what you’re looking for, but you don’t want to know more. Sometimes, seeing the future can be scary, but it’s my lot in life and I accept it.
I turned to San Julius and told her, “All that I remember is that you had me at hello. I knew right when I met you.”
She shot me a glare to shut up because that band sucks.
El FC 2-0 Charlotte
Louis de Ludovico
Viewing McKalla as his personal empire, Louis lives for the beautiful game. And food. Especially flamingo tongues. A chicken savant.
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