I attract weirdness, you know, I'm like a weirdness magnet. And I was so weirded out by that point after all these, you know, rubber chicken dinners and everything else that I wasn't even surprised. Here he is, orange hair, orange shoes, the whole nine yards, he sits down next to me, this is years ago, plane takes off, no smoking light goes off, he pulls out a pack of Kents, lights up, Ronald lights up a cigarette, yeah, a Kent and he orders a gin and tonic.
— Stephen King
Contemporary
Horror fiction
