A few weeks ago, I was feeling really despondent and shitty. I forced myself to leave the house and socialize with friends downtown at The Fox & Goose pub on 10th and R. I pulled into the last available parking space along the wall, and found myself face-to-face with a graffiti stencil of J.R. "Bob" Dobbs. It got me to thinking about the so-called "coincidences" that occur to Subgenii. When you stop looking for them, they appear everywhere, all the time - phantom echoes from the Luck Plane.

About five minutes ago, here at my job (data entry, which involves typing in MANY numbers), the thought again suddenly popped into my head. I don't know what triggered it, but I just flashed back to that happy occurrence of "Bob", guiding me toward Slack. And immediately following this - no, scratch that, WHILE in the midst of this memory, while my fingers absent-mindedly continued their mindless Con drone task, the VERY NEXT number I came to type, was 606.

It's not quite 13013, but I'll take it.