It was so hard to accept. What did I do wrong? Why did I do that? Maybe if I didn’t do this, everything would be okay. Well guess what, I am a firm believer in the saying: everything happens for a reason.
Friday the 13th, a hotel’s 13th floor, a coven of 13 witches attacking a port-city. From bad luck to overwhelming good luck, the number 13 is a daft prima donna when compared to other perennial powerhouses such as 21 and, the adorable, number 7.
The age of the throaty muscle car is over, new SUVs and Pickups cost as much as a starter home, and the cheapest automobiles on the market lack any sort of frill or excitement when driving.
Remember those phosphorescent ink pens we used in class to write secret messages that could only be seen under blacklight? SnapShot effect is similar, but way too cool for school. Consider this the extremely wealthy, more attractive cousin to those pens.
What isn't considered is the absolute mental carnage that a person in the position of a guard could inflict on their captive audience.