James Bulger, he killed 19 people.
The hours of my first two days of work added up to 19 hours. (8 1/2 hours friday, 10 1/2 hours saturday) Could be coincidence, but I found it amusing.
On the MAC side of my laptop, vs the Windows side which is what I always use.
So I haven’t used that Evernote in ages/it isn’t synced and up to date.
at least that’s what rain meter is telling me.
Before coming to Boston, I’d see 19 a pretty fair amount naturally, but I would never look for it, nor would I think about it. Once I moved here I started seeing it constantly. CONSTANTLY. To the point where 3 days in a row I encountered it a minimum of 11 times.
Not long after my grandma died, which wasn’t entirely unexpected.
Then my sister’s kitten Marley ran off and got ate.
Then our cat Biggs (Biggie Smalls) ended up in a similar predicament not long after.
It all culminated into one night when my favorite animal on the planet, my cat Tabatha, who we had since I was 2 was run over by some faggot who I still want to impale with a blunt object. She was 17 and showed literally no signs of aging aside from a singular grey hair on the back of her neck. Literally after that night, the rate of sightings plummeted to little more than that of any other number.
I actually think I have pictures of some sightings from that day/night.
The night Michael explained to me the significance of 19 and how it follows him and will soon follow me too, I denied it, calling bullshit. Right afterwards I almost got hit by a car. And then saw a 19 in front of my face. Ive believed ever since.