I Come From a Town by Zac Smith Copyright 2004 Zac Smith

I come from a town in which everything you would never think of happens for reasons no one can think of.
So when I moved here, I thought I had been granted magical powers, you see, things here are predictable and regular, and make sense.
I know what it is like to have magical powers.
One time, for no reason, I had them, and when I realized why everything happened the way it did, a large fish, for no reason, struck my forehead, making me forget what the reason for everything was.
So this place is amazing.
My actions have reactions, and vice versa.
One time, for no reason, this same effect took place at where I come from.
It seemed pretty decent for a while.
Until I found thousands of dead bodies whiz by exactly 5 feet off the ground past me.
Things like that are common.
So I had become used to it.
But then for no reason I lost the privilege of numbness.
And a chicken began pecking at my knees.
I used to have scars from that.
But for no reason the scars became a light blue color, and became pretty pictures of furniture.
Here, look at my knees.
See them? Yep, that one is a coffee table.
 Where I came from I lived in a nice little bungalow.
Sometimes it was a mansion.
That was pretty fun.
But sometimes I would become addicted to amphetamines.
That wasn’t fun at all.
However, my home always seemed to become that bungalow again.
And all my acquired furniture was still there.
I had coated them in anti-irrational modulation spray.
It came in my mail one day for no reason.
Its original label said,
“JUMBO BREAKFAST CONTAINER WITHOUT WARNING”
But then it changed for no reason.