I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm. - Franklin D. Roosevelt

Josh has such terrible luck, he's an example of Murphy's Law- i swear. Things go wrong for him and you want to laugh at the ironic situation, but in the same moment it's so horrible and crushing.
This Tuesday Josh had his car stolen after it being parked for less than 20 minutes. He had been having problems with this 10-year-old girl in the past few months; little things. Last week he drove the white intrepid to Sue's, when he tried to start it up minutes later to go to work it was dead, later finding out the fuel pump was shot and he had to spend 800$ for a new one.
Josh comes to my house Tuesday afternoon, immediantly after getting his car out of the shop. Parks, and comes in my room. About an hour later he goes to grab me something from he passenger side. He comes in looking so defeated, like someone just popped his trophy balloon.

The car wasn't found until the next day, ditched in a busy downtown parking lot. Back left wheel fucked, and 'something smashed in'. We had a lot of shit in there too, camping stuff ( but i doubt the joy-riders are the wilderness types, just a guess).