Experiments
I don’t wash my hands after handling uncooked chicken.
During thunderstorms, I go out with my umbrella.
I hike through tall grass with my legs exposed, or camp with food in my tent.
When I hear of an unsolved murder in the city, I stay out late and come home all alone.
I’m not suicidal, and I’m not a thrill-seeker. I don’t even like roller-coasters. It’s just that I’ve been counting on luck my whole charmed life, and I need to know the moment it runs out.