Lucky Number 13
April 14, 2006
I was pooped on last night.
The incident occurred at approximately 7:13 pm last night. I was running through Central Park, cranking my “Rock” playlist. “Sugar, We’re Going On” was playing. I was sprinting eastward on 72d Street, just past Bethesda (which is flowing again).
I thought it was just a branch or something, falling leaves. I kept running. Then I looked down and saw a splash of white on my black shorts. Then I ran my hand through my hair and wiped away a fist full of gray slime.
Bird poop.
I heard that getting pooped on is good luck.
I’ll keep you posted.