I was about 12 years old, sitting in our living room back in Lakeside, Virginia, and I wondered when I would die.

Sitting there, I went mystic: I let the forces of the universe penetrate my brain so that I would know when I would die.

And from the universe came the number : 42

And that is the truth. From the age of 12 till I was 42 I fully expected to die when I was 42.

And I am here to state that, at 52, my mystical connections with the universe are completely unreliable.

Best regards,
WordWrecked