Welcome to the Rabbit Hole

Did you ever have one of those days? A point in your life when Murphy seems prophetic, Kafka looks totally accurate and Chicken Little comes off like a flaming optimist? Welcome to my life. Actually that's not fair. It isn't as bad as all that. Not usually anyway. My present condition is at best a mixed blessing and at worst a never ending spin at destiny's wheel. My "condition", such as it is, constitutes a state of near equilibrium in terms of, what is commonly known as, "luck". It has gotten to the point that my friends have dubbed me "Even" Steven Percy, tending to leave off my poetic sounding surname. What happens is this. You know those things, both glorious and horrific, that always seem to happen "to someone else"? That's me. I am someone else to everyone else. Now I was, understandably, upset by this. So much that I refused to believe it was true and started looking for a therapist. Dr. Ibsen, the only one who didn't laugh me out of the office, suggested that I keep an "Incidents Journal". A running record of strange things as they happen. What follows are selected excerpts, "highlights" if you will, from that journal, representing the strangely balanced life of Reality's original lightening rod.

("Even Steven" is a fictional web-serial, updated every Friday)