Carl and I talked for at least an hour about
his new show and how his character was stereotyped as a rather
boring nerd accountant. If he only knew how exciting some of the
real accountants down at my office were, he wouldn't have called
it stereotyping. He would have called it extremely realistic. I
could only imagine what life would be like for an accountant
that really met an alien. "Sometimes I feel that I’m
the alien in our office," I said.
When we finally hung up the phone, I realized
that I had completely forgotten to tell him about my alien visit
of sorts. With all of the excitement about his new part, I had
neglected to tell him about the magician and his strange
disappearing act. Looking at the door, I wondered if the
magician could have made it out in the time I took to pick up
the telephone. Sure, it was just a trick.
Of course, the magician had vanished leaving
yet another strange riddle for me to solve. Now I was supposed
to figure out the question of the ages: "Who am I?" It
was a very pertinent question – a coincidence – since
I was currently having an identity crisis. Usually, I would have
laughed off such a question as simply sophomoric, but the truth
was that I was not very satisfied with the person I thought I
was.
Maybe I was just like my brother, I thought –
an actor playing the part of a boring accountant. Bingo! Another
tingle ran up my spine. This tingle-chill thing was getting to
be far too commonplace. The phenomenon seemed to happen whenever
I was thinking about something to do with the magician. Again
the chill, like a response to my very thoughts, enveloped me.
Strange, maybe I was losing my mind. Should I pay attention to
this sensation? Or was my imagination getting the best of me?
Maybe, just maybe, there was something going on here that was
beyond the bounds of ordinary everyday occurrences.
