Question.

What do you get when you take a completely average man and put them in a constant 24-hour circle of unrealistically bad luck since childbirth?

Have you made your guess yet?

Yes?

No?

Well, I'll tell you the answer anyway. Unsurprisingly enough, you don't get a happy-go-lucky person who thinks the world's nothing but rainbows and unicorns, but rather, you get me. Someone who, time and time again, has been put through the most bullshit and downright ridiculous situations that he's somehow managed to overcome. By the grit of his teeth.

So here's another quick question for you.

If my luck really is so bad. Then can you please tell me why in the name of everything holy I survived the end of the world?!

On second thought, that question might be a bit difficult to answer. But seriously, what kind of sick joke is this. How in the hell am I supposed to pull through this time?

Fuck.

Although things can't be all that bad. At least I still have my dog.