bad luck [Theme] Page 8

- I now understand why I have no luck in love.
- And why?
- All British women are terribly uptight and I'm usually attracted to girls without complexes, open-minded as Americans. It's time to go to America, where I immediately find a girl... What do you say?
- I would say that this is nonsense, Colleen.
- No, mate, not bullshit, American girls would dig me with my cute British accent.
- You don't have a cute British accent.
- Is. All I'm going to America.
- Colleen, you're a lonely, ugly British and accept it.
- Never! I am Collin God of sex. I was just born in the wrong country.

Luck is my middle name. And the first, incidentally, is Not.

I'm not a bad person... Just bad luck for me.

Bad luck inexplicable. It's like a musical ear: either you have it or not.

I always somehow inexplicably end up in the side of what's good for me. There is light at such unsettled people: in the barracks they always clean the toilets at the front, they fall into the "pot" all the trouble they get paid first, they get all the benefits of the latter.

Sometimes I think about suicide. But I'm so unlucky that it might be only a temporary solution.