Ever since I was a child, I’ve been attracted to the stranger stuff in this world - monsters, superheroes, UFOs... all the cool things that makes makes a child’s heart palpitate.
But, as I grew older and experienced more of life, I realized that the weird is just as attracted to me as I am to it. My higher-than-typical ratio of strange incidents to “normal” has caused me to believe that there must be something in my genetic makeup that sends a signal declaring, “Hey, odd person - come on over and meet me!”
Over the years, my family and friends have proven to me that my weird stories have genuine entertainment value. Often, these tales have been retold to people who don’t even know me, ensuring that my legacy of odd encounters will live beyond myself. A “legacy of weird”, if you will.
This has eased the pain quite a bit. Now, when a strange woman nuzzles up against me in a bookstore (true), the momentary awkwardness is offset by the knowledge that I will soon get a chuckle or two out of the scenario from those closest to me. And creating this blog (and the book that will eventually come out of it) has become another valuable coping mechanism.
So yes, I admit it - I am a Weird Magnet with a capital “W”. And, also a capital “M”. And to forcefully work in the subtitle of this book, I take full responsibility for this status by stating definitively: It Must Be Me.
And now, onto our Stories.
