I woke up too early, of course. Instead of turning on what I intended, the original Predator came up on suggested movies. I let it play despite knowing that testosterone would save Arnold Schwarzenegger. Up next? Predator 2. This movie gives me flashbacks to a September Saturday back in 1991. I had skipped work for the first time, put on my wired headphones, and started watching this movie. It’s impossible to think of the movie without thinking of the plane crash. I let the movie play. More to tempt the universe than in an interest to see Danny Glover battle the alien. What are the odds that something equally calamitous could happen again? The little tendrils of superstition that go through my mind make me laugh. Because the universe is just perverse enough to remind me that anything can happen at any time. The realization is a blessing and a curse.
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