(1/7) “I have a thing for Tuesdays. I was born on a Tuesday. And...

(1/7) “I have a thing for Tuesdays. I was born on a Tuesday. And January 14th was a Tuesday. It happened to be my day off, so I decided: Today’s for me. Today is gonna be the official start of my new year. I spent a little of the money I’d been saving. I went to Nordstrom’s and got a new jacket. I got some new Jordan Thirteens. That was Tuesday. Tuesday was a good day. It was Wednesday when everything went wrong. That was the worst day of my life. I slept late. My cab was late. I almost called out. I should have called out. If I’d have called out, it would have been an entirely different day. The bar was busy, so I was in the weeds my entire shift. Everything was off by a second, that entire day. After work I drank a little bottle of 1800, then I headed to my girlfriend’s place. She was going through her own stuff. She sorta gave me the cold shoulder. So I was like ‘That’s it. I’m leaving.’ I gathered all the clothes I’d bought on Tuesday: my Jordans, my jacket. I didn’t want to carry the bags, so I just put it all on. That was my first mistake. It was too late to be that bright. After I left the apartment, I realized that I didn’t have my cell phone. I couldn’t call a cab. I should have gone back. I should have knocked on the door, but I was too proud. That was my second mistake. If I had knocked on the door, it would have been an entirely different day. I started walking to the train station. And that’s when it starts to get fuzzy. I heard the train coming so I started to run, and I stumbled. I remember thinking: ‘Straighten up, look right.’ In this neighborhood you’ve got to look right when it’s late at night. The train pulled into the station, and right away it’s a bad vibe. The first car I chose had a bunch of guys, grown men. I should have waited for the next train. But I just chose another car. That was my third mistake. This car was empty. This car was calm. But as soon as the train pulled away, the emergency door opened. And a guy walked in. I never should have been there. Sitting on that train. I was too bright, too late. I looked like a come up. A lick. I remember thinking: I’m about to get robbed. And I did get robbed. For my eyes.”