Literature
The Hat Was Never Going To Be A Good Idea
The hat was never going to be a good idea.
Max sighed, tossing the black Fedora back on his bed. He stared at it for a moment, realizing that the only way to rid himself of his newly self-inflicted bad luck was to kick his hat out the door. He sighed anew, returning to the mirror, ties in hand in an attempt to make a decision. He was wearing the burgundy tie, but he couldn’t help but wonder if the cerulean would mesh better with his navy suit and leave her parents with a better impression. Maybe they would think of him as more than just the messy-haired kid trying to take their daughter away from them. Giving up, he took off the tie h