I found a lost pair of mittens when going out of the cinema last friday (I saw Control. Not really worth it) and at first I picked them up and put them in a window. We double-backed the same way looking for anexit, and since they were still there, and my own mittens are but thread, I decided to adopt them.
As it turnes out I either lost my wallet or someone nicked it from me while I was on the bus heading home.
And here I am, without a cigarette in sight and no means of paying for new ones. I’ve eaten eight nine clementines in five six minutes, and will soon hit the bags of almond that my mum has stashed away.
Goddamn karma.