Chapter One
I was reading THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE one day when I heard someone practicing on their horns in the apartment next door, and then Rosemary’s baby began crying in the apartment upstairs so I decided to take a walk down the road to clear my mind when a corner preacher accosted me, saying, “Oh, Brother, you can not get into the time machine of your memories and think “I am legend” to yourself!”, however, I walked across the street to avoid him where some bums had heated up a barrel to Fahrenheit 451 degrees to burn the lottery tickets they had found for warmth outside of the Red Dragon drug store at 1984 The Auctioneer street, whose outside speakers were blaring the Orson Welles’s classic radio program THE WAR OF THE WORLDS, when I stumbled over the invisible man, who shouted at me, “The world doesn’t end after you’ve perused a few bibiliomysteries, you know!” while I caught my balance before the Let the Right One In haberdashery establishment just before slipping on a packet of seeds whose label said they were from the Stranger in a Strange Land Packaging Company, but I was prevented from falling when a spaceship landed right in front of me and out rushed the helping hands of some starship troopers.