I met my wife on Friday the 13th.

I was a party animal back in those days. Nancy worked in a drug store. I took her out twice before I got into her pants. Man, she almost fucked me to death. I don't know if it was bad or good luck, but he has put up with me for all of these years. She has gotten me out of jail a few times and saved my sorry ass a few more. She is a good woman. She has always been very nice to all of my friends, even though some of them were gansters and crooks. I think she understands me from my old drug days to my whore hopping days, she has always been there, I guess she loves me. So when you think about friday the 13th and all the bad luck it brings some people, think about me, Cat