Ominous skies usually indicate something....is in the air.

Today was an unordinary day by far.

No. Nothing happened to me personally but well.....

It began with an email from K telling me that a colleague of his (one whom everyone dislikes with a passion) won $1.45 Million on nickel slots over the weekend. Now, it bothers me ALOT to hear that people who really aren't nice to others nor helpful to others will actually win loads of dough like that. It's outrageous how a person who probably doesn't deserve a penny gets that lucky in life. Why doesn't this ever happen to those who really have paid their dues and should get this when they need it most? I mean, how many times have YOU sat at the slot machines and have waited in Lotto lines hoping that this......this will be your lucky day? I'm shaking my head because it's so unfair to have to continue playing the cards in life that we're dealt with when all we really want to do is fold.

But then I tell myself that perhaps this $1.45 million dollar will bring that person more troubles and headaches than not and maybe they'll end up like the person in the next story.

My dad's friend called this morning when he was out and told me that it was really urgent that my dad gets in touch with him. So I went out and about on my merry way running errands and came home to find out that an acquaintance of my dad's, who rented a place from the friend who called this morning was found shot dead over the weekend. It happened in broad daylight and the place where it happened was in an industrial warehouse/bodyshop type of place. I've spoken to this guy over the phone several times and never liked his tone nor his manners and so I wasn't surprised if he had made alot of enemies along his path in life. Although I do not know the scenario surrounding his death, I have come to some conclusions inside my overly imaginative mind. They range from: swindling a rich woman out of alot of dough and who wants revenge to running away from a loanshark on unpaid debts to being an illegal alien making his living as a con man by selling illegal contraband to Asian gangs. I have more theories but they'd only sound more and more like those HK cinema triad films.

And then I wonder what that guy's last moments were like. What discussion or debate ensued and well, it was obvious that it wasn't a good meeting to begin with if the killer had brought the gun with him to the warehouse in the first place.

Ominous skies. $1.45 million. And a murder.

A most unusual Monday that's for sure.

I'm out.