My Day With Elon Musk

Was stranger than you might think

Mark Starlin

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I spent a day with Elon Musk. It was entirely out of the blue and not at all what I expected.

A couple of week ago, I walked to my mailbox to get the latest round of political attack ads. As I took them to the recycling bin, I noticed an envelope with my name on it. No return address, just the letters ERM in gold leaf. I opened the envelope, and found these words written on a plain white card.

Mr. Starlin;

You may have noticed that Fake Elon Musk followed you on Medium. Fake Elon Musk is not fake. He’s me! As you can imagine, the use of subterfuge is often necessary when I go online. Otherwise, people will spend far too much time kissing up to me, hoping I’ll like their stories and tweets, and they will go viral. And since my “fake” Medium account isn’t about inventing, or business, or politics, or money, or writing, or self-help, it goes unnoticed. Like creative writing.

I have enjoyed reading several of your stories, especially the ones featuring donuts and space. I see no reason to explore space without the hope of discovering new types of donuts. In fact, the first business I have planned for Mars is Red Planet Donuts, a donut shop.

Anyway, I would like to invite you to spend the day with me. It is hard to make friends…

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Mark Starlin
Mark Starlin

Written by Mark Starlin

Old bones. Young heart. Uniquely arranged words.

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