bad luck

he tells me about
his string of bad luck.
the accident.
the stumble
down a flight of stairs.
a fight.
the police
pulling him over
for expired tags.
he leaves out the part
about the open
bottle,
drinking to excess,
a woman he met
that he didn't pay
after services were rendered.
he calls it bad luck.
how the IRS hounds him,
his ex wife
seeking judgment,
how the parole board
won't listen
to his pleas.
it starts to rain,
making him point at the sky.
see, he says.
this is what i'm talking
about.
I forgot my umbrella.