There was this game we used to play. Not really a game, but here's how it went:
This guy fell out of an airplane. (That's bad)
He had a parachute. (That's good)
It didn't open. (you keep alternating good/bad...)
He had a back-up parachute
It didn't open either.
As he fell, he saw a underneath him.
There was a pitchfork sticking straight up out of the haystack.
He missed the pitchfork.
He missed the haystack.
My life has been kind of like that. More good than bad though. I'm definitely too lazy to type it out now.