25 Random Lies About Me, issue twelve

12. At the age of seventeen I was nominated for a Nobel Prize.



I really wanted to win one for literature, but, due to some combination of typographical error, mistaken identity, and a brief experiment with a new category of prizes, I almost received one for xenobiology, a fringe science speculating about the biological, anatomical, and evolutionary nature of alien life.



I didn’t win but, come to think of it, this may be why my particular bus was picked up by that flying saucer a few years later.



I’d never really put the two together before. Hmm.