I've gotten laid off two weeks after my wedding. My husband's car died just as he got a job teaching 12 miles from our apartment. My karma had run over my dogma. My qui was out of line. I didn't hold my chakra in the correct position.
Nice guys finish last.
I didn't pray to the right god or goddess. Only the good die young. No matter where you go, there you are. There ain't no cure for the summertime blues. The gods must be crazy.