Author of Fortunes

Sitting at a dumpling shop in the suburbs of Seattle, finishing the final sips of a beer with a name I cannot pronounce, our bill is placed on the table. After final pleasantries are exchanged and the awkwardness of how we are splitting the bill is decided, I pick up a fortune cookie. I read my lotto numbers, flip the slip of paper over, digest the wisdom, add “in bed,” and devour the stale cookie.