About the book: year / “Hi, Ben,” said the man in my living room. “My name is Alexander Hale. I work for the CIA." And that's how my life became interesting. Until then this was not the case. Not at all. That day was a prime example: day 4583, seven months into the twelfth year of my earthly existence. I got out of bed, ate breakfast, went to high school, got bored in class, looked at girls, was too embarrassed, went up, had lunch, walked around the gym, fell asleep in math, got chased by Dirk the Jerk, took the bus home. . . And found a man in a tuxedo sitting on the sofa.