A few weeks ago, my folks took my wife and I to the Won Ton House for food. My fortune cookie’s message: “you will be showered with good luck.”
“Bring it on,” I said to myself, as I patted myself on the back for my impending good fortune.
The next day I got smacked in the head with a sledgehammer and spent five hours in emergency. The doc glued my bean shut, and tsk-tsk’ed me away, warning about how most sledgehammer accidents he sees are in the morgue. Yikes. Lucky.
Next day, I lose my wallet on the LRT on the way back from The Ottawa Writing Workshop at Carleton U. Two days later, I got it back from the OC Transept lost and found. A good samaritan had returned it, but there was no money in it, the lady said. That’s ok because there was none in it.
A stroke of luck? I tend to think so.
Anyways, i decided I better get busy with getting MS3: Attack of the Squidarma, my latest novel in the Marine Space series to market. In case you missed it my fairly non-existent marketing blitz, you can get it here
The moral of the story? There isn’t one really, but if you think there is, let me know!
Marine Space 
Oh, what a lucky man, he was.
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