Luck Doesn't Shine Her Light On Each

Ella's Supersonic Voice Followed Her All The Way To Bleecker Street And Then Dissolved Amid The Noisy Profusion Of Shops, Cafes, And Restaurants And The Crush Of People That Made The West Village Of Manhattan Unique In The World. In A Single Block You Could Buy Fertility Statues From Tanzania, Rare Amazonian Orchids, A Pawned Brass Tuba, Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, Or The Best, Most Expensive Cup Of Coffee You Ever Tasted. It Was The Doughnuts, Incidentally, That Attracted Gaia.

Another Funny Thing About Having Friends Was That They Expected Things Of You. They Made You Want To Not Be A Terrible, Awful, Execrable Person. They Made You Feel Worse When You Were One. It Was A Lot Easier Not To Have Any Friends.

She Needed To Get Out Of There. Her Brains, Thankfully, Were Still Safely In Her Skull, But Her Emotions Were Splattered On The Pavement.

Luck Doesn't Shine Her Light On Each Of Us Equally. She Is Arbitrary, Irrational, Unfair And Sometimes Downright Cruel.

Humiliation, By The Way, Is A Truly Terrible Emotion. It's At The Bottom Of The Pile.