Dr. Fantastic, M.D.

The thoughts, ramblings, philosophies, writings, ideas, presumptions, concoctions, conjurations, conjugations and congregations of one Joel Petrie.

Tiny Disasters


It had been like this since he could remember. For every one good bit of fortune to come his way- he would have seven equally unfortunate occurrences befall him.

When he was twelve, Sara Bonnie Falstaff, the most beautiful girl in all the classes of all the school kissed him. By the end of the day the final project for his English class (which consisted of foam board, plants, toy dinosaurs, working electric fences and a little jeep he'd painstakingly attached to create a jungle vignette from the novel Jurassic Park) had been knocked off the second floor balcony of his middle school- In an effort to avert the disaster, he fell- receiving 2 broken fingers, a cracked rib, two black eyes and a pebble in his shoe that he couldn't seem to remove.

At the age of 18, thinking that the curse may have been broken by his recent coming of age, he purchased a single, Powerball lottery ticket. Which he won.

Before he could claim the prize he mysteriously disappeared, for 2 years. One eyewitness claims he was taken by a large silvery orb from outer space, this of course is pure speculation- because he, to this day, will not speak of the events that occurred over those 730 days. He was unable to claim his prize.

He came to grips with what was happening to him, he understood that in all likely hood that this odd combination of karma and fate, would ultimately lead to his death.

His name was Sam and today something so great happens to him... that he surely won't survive.

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