I should have known how this commute was going to unfold, at least in terms of the tone. Thinking back, it couldn’t have gone any other way. I was doomed from the moment I left my apartment; some might even say from the moment I agreed to get a day job and become a commuter…

I began my Monday as any normal day — tired. Too tired, in fact, with the hopes of one day discovering how to work from the ease of my own home and not have to trek over the Hudson every day. Sadly, I’ve yet to figure that out. So, I swallowed my pride, continued slaving away and headed to my lovely NJ Transit platform.

On this particular morning, I found myself visited by three ominous occurrences — shitty occurrences, some might say — with each acting as a symbol of what’s to come. I won’t lie, the visits made me feel as if I was in some sort of sickened, twisted Dickens novel. Yet these signs seemed even more bizarre than old Jacob Marley coming to visit. I would have preferred him …I received no goose.

VISITOR NUMBER 1:
I paced down the steps of my platform — early as usual — with false optimism on my side until I nearly tripped over an object laid upon the floor just round the corner from the steps. With coffee and balance intact (in order of importance) I looked back to notice a crow on the platform floor…

…a dead crow on the platform floor…

Now, I’m not a superstitious man. Beyond my initial reaction of “Christ, I almost spilled my coffee!” and “Shit, there’s a dead crow! How terrible,” there was not much more. I swear, I have a good heart, but I quickly tossed out the thought of any superstition…just a rare sighting. However, my station holds two bends I need to pass in order to get to my train. And after corner two was bypassed, I wouldn’t’ say I started believing, but I knew something was in the air.

Read the full piece at The Huffington Post

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