Am I superstitious? You’re asking me this the day before the 13th? Are you crazy? I’ve thrown some salt over my left shoulder just in case you’ve jinxed me. Next, you’ll be putting your shoes on the table and crossing me on the stairs. You’re so reckless. Last week you put an umbrella up indoors and walked under a ladder. I know why you’re like this, you’re the seventh born child in your family aren’t you? Well, don’t go out in the full moon wearing a red jacket or you’ll turn into a werewolf. And, make sure you keep that horseshoe I gave you in your pocket, and stroke next doors black cat on Tuesday with your left hand while saying the names of the Saints. Oh God, I’ve stepped on a manhole cover and a bird pooped on my shoulder. I’d better go home now in case my wife divorces me or I win the lottery. Whatever. I think I need a lie down, this superstitious nonsense is wearing me out.