I‘m on the phone arranging my very first interlibrary loan. Now, that alone? That‘s nothing special. But then, cool as can be, and I say—get this—I say, “I need a copy of M. David Litwa‘s The Evil Creator.” And boom. Just like that, you could feel the vibe shift. My co-workers? They’re over there, pretending not to listen, but you know they‘re all ears. The Evil Creator. That‘s not your everyday beach read. The librarian? Doesn‘t even flinch. Stone cold professional. Me? I’m having a blast. A little slice of weird, perfect magic in the middle of the day.