Funny as Hell, you say....
Yeah, you know, you're right about my writing. I've thought about it, and it's not impossible. Let's see. So, there's a plane flying to LA, passes over my house. Suddenly the hatch develops a fault, opens. Before they can force it closed one guy gets sucked out. Due to amazing luck he falls to earth but the roof of my house is being replaced and so he amazingly falls, through the roof that isn't there, onto my bed. Shocked, I go to phone for an ambulance.
As he's thanking god for his miraculous escape and having cheated death (who isn't too happy: nobody plays fair with poor old Death. It's the same thing with his buddy Fate) he turns his head and happens to see on my computer screen the draft of my latest novel. Intrigued, he begins to read. When I come back, he tells me that he is a publisher and is very interested in reading more.
Hey, it could happen.
Oh no wait: he died on the way to hospital.
Damn. I hate when reality asserts itself.
