He had never believed in magic or even luck for theat matter so he reached for the pen not expecting anything. He began to think about thngs he would like to change. Davis recalled that back in highschool he had been a track star and a hit with the ladies. he looked at himself, balding overwieght forty year old pencil pusher. He jotted down. "I look like I did in high school". He chuckled, then he started to feel strange. He noticed the fat disappering from his gut and his hair coming back in. He regained muscle and lost his mustache. When it was all done he looked like a sixteen year old kid trying on his dads suit. He immediatly wrote "I get the rest of the day off" and ran home.