You know, I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but the truth is that I spontaneously combusted the other day. I swear. It was the weirdest thing. One second I was merrily riding my bike down the street, and then, for about a second, I felt this searing pain, and then I was gone.
I can’t tell you much about the gone time. I remember the searing pain, and then nothing. I only know that I burned up because there were witnesses who claimed they saw it. There are scorch marks on my bicycle seat, too. Also the handlebar tape got a bit blackened.
You’re probably wondering how I can be writing this, if I was all burnt up. I have to tell you, I have no idea. I woke up a few mornings after I suppoesedly burned up, and there I was, in my bed, wondering how I had gotten from my bike on the street to the bed.
My wife came in from the bathroom, and my God, I have never heard such a frightening scream in my life! I bolted right up. What the hell? At first she backed away like I was the devil or something, but as soon as she calmed down, she came over, saying, “are you real? Are you real?”
I thought maybe she’d had some kind of fit. As far as I knew I was real, but then, I didn’t understand how to explain the gap in time. Maybe some kind of epileptic fit?
Anyway, to cut a long story short, she eventually decided I was real, and then a lot of people came to see me, and then they sent me to a bunch of shrinks, and then the cops wanted to talk to me, and there were a bunch of skeptics, myself amont them. But it’s a mystery. And there are those witnesses. And the scorch marks on my bike.