Topcat was sitting down in his office reading the paper. Something had been bothering him he was hearing whispers that Detroit was cursed. What nonsense was this he wasn't a superstitious person and didn't believe in curses anyway.

"Petra!" He called his Right hand into his office.

"What it is it T.C?." She asked

Topcat pointed to the front page headline that read "Detroit is cursed."

"Can you believe this shit? This city cursed there's no such thing as curses."

"Uh huh..."

Just then the phone started ringing Topcat picked up. It was the men that he sent over to do a truck  job they sounded worried on the phone. Topcat had been tipped off that there was a truckload of "Ice" that was actually carrying cocaine. It turned out they were wrong it was actually a truckload of mirrors and his men had gotten into an accident breaking all the mirrors.

"What do you mean there was no coke? Mirrors broken? Seven years bad luck? Man what a load of bull.."

Topcat slammed the phone down.

"Fuckin idiots. Jack the wrong truck can't do nothin right."

Topcat looked at his watch it was time for lunch.

"I got to go I'll see you later Petra. C'mon Spook let's go."

Spook was Topcat's bodyguard. He didn't talk much but he was big, scary, and intimidating all that he needed in a bodyguard. They were headed over a restaurant that was quickly becoming Topcat's favorite. Walking down the street they pass by a construction site where there's a ladder and Topcat walked under it. Nothing happened to Topcat but Spook got hit in the head by a falling wrench.

"Ow..."

"Come on you idiot."

They finally reached the restaurant and sat down. Being who Topcat was they got the exclusive VIP treatment and got the best table. Topcat ordered the steak medium rare. Everything was fine until Spook asked Topcat to pass him the salt.

"Sure here you-"

The salt spilled all over the table.

"Shit."

A nearby waiter walking by spilled some drinks on Topcat

"Yo watch where you're walkin you fuckin Klutz."

"I'm sorry I didn't see you there."

"Didn't see me there? You blind need some glasses? What are you doing with those drinks all the way over here anyway."

"I am sorry sir but we've been very busy..."

"Very busy huh? There's hardly anybody in here. You know the amount of money I spend in this joint? I keep you guys runnin."

He was right this place was pretty empty. Topcat was their best customer.

"Now sir please..."

"Don't you now sir me. C'mon Spook lets get outta here."

Topcat left and smashed a vase of flowers as he walked towards the door. He needed to get back to his office he had things to do. On his way back there was a black cat that stopped and stared at him and Spook.

"The fuck you lookin at?"

The cat just stared at Topcat

"Waddaya want? Scram!"

The black cat scurried away and Topcat started walking faster and started stepping on cracks. He had to make it back to the office. He had to make a call with his contacts in Ohio about the next shipment of cocaine coming in. He finally reached his office and sat down. His phone rung he thought it was his Ohio contact. Instead it was his mother calling all the way from New York she was complaining about her back and why he didn't come visit more often.

"Oy vey. What the fuck is going on? There is no such thing as curses!"