I knew, on the 29th of January, that it was gonna be trouble.
Sometimes you can feel it. There’s that little jingling bell in the back of your mind, or some sort of “spidey sense” that says that something significant just happened. Sometimes you understand it… sometimes not. Often I don’t know exactly what is wrong, just that something is wrong.
On the 29th of January I knew exactly what it was, but I shook off the feeling because the lady involved was someone I’d dealt with for nearly three years and I told myself that it wouldn’t be a problem.
