| Comment: | I want to tell you a story of a sad child and in-genuis imagination. Me and my buddy Tom were stoned and drunk , sprawled out on the front yard late at night at another boring pot-head man-junk party. Just swigging and sharing the bottle of Vodka Elite and staring up at those dots of light and thermonuclear reactions and saying nothing important. In fact, we were just talking about the same nonsense that we would talk about today if we were still friends. However, in our little loser pot-head tattood styx t-shirt world, sometimes a good friend's mother accuses your brother of stealing money from the cookie jar and 10 years of friendship are ripped apart. However, I digress.
As we were wasting away a stationary star dissappeared. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it was a satellite or maybe, just maybe, it was an alien craft from outer space. We both looked at each other and went inside. Now, let me take you two years into the future to another party. Same bullshit except there is this chance I can get laid and the girl pulls a book on alien abduction out of her backpack to show me her interests. 'Hey, ya know...I'm not shitting ya here....I don't tell everyone this..<lights smoke as cool as I can>.....but, I actually saw a UFO once.......Yea, me and my friend saw it.' |
