My Interesting Evening

Last night I was bored. I got in my time machine and set it for 1839, Richmond, Virginia. Ten seconds later I arrived.

I got out and walked around. On Purn Avenue I found the offices of Burton’s Gentleman’s Magazine. I went in. A man at a desk asked me how he could help me. I asked if I could get a job. The man asked me about my writing skills history. I said I write a journal called Better Late Than Dead and it has a readership of over a couple thousand people. He was impressed and hired me.

He said, “What’s your name?”

I said, “Brooks Palmer.”

He said, “My name is Edgar Allen Poe.”

I thought, “Oh, wow.”