The Shit Star

Timothy lived in a hippie commune in 1968. He loved lying on the grass and looking up at the stars. One night he wished upon a very faint and distant star. Then he fell asleep. When he woke, he began the first day of what would be the worst week of his life.

His dog "Santana", died on Monday. Tuesday he fell while hand-fishing in the river and broke his collar bone. Wednesday he contracted Elephantiasis. Thursday he was partially mauled by a cougar. Friday...nothing happened. But still. What a week. On Saturday, Timothy decided to speak with the communes’s soothsayer. Timothy told him about the string of unfortunate happenings. The soothsayer asked Timothy when it all began. Timothy explained that it was after he had wished upon a star. The soothsayer asked Timothy to show him the star. Later that night, he did.

Upon seeing the star, the soothsayer shook his head and said. "That’s the Shit Star, amigo. There is only one in all the galaxy. And you wished upon it." The soothsayer went on and on about the fascinating history of the Shit Star. Timothy was bedazzled by the uncanny science and legend behind the star, and of the astronomical odds of him wishing upon it. But, mostly he was just irritated that someone was taking 45 minutes out of their evening to tell him how much of an unlucky bastard he was.