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was coming home late from work the other night down Route 33 over by the lake when this bright light shined down on my truck and made me swerve plumb off the road. Well, the next thing you know I’m laying in a ditch all covered in mud and the six pack I just got at the store’s busted all over the road and I’m getting pretty ticked off when this really bright light comes back. I can see it’s coming out of the bottom of some big old spaceship thing kind of shaped like the hubcap off a ‘56 Ford but not shiny like in the movies more of a dark color and kind of rough looking like 80 grit sandpaper. Then this bright blue beam comes right out of the other light and hits me smack dab in the forehead and knocks me clean out I mean out like a light and when I come to I’m in this room like a doctor’s office but with no magazines. I’m sitting there on this cold bench with this old man and this snotty nosed little kid that looks like he thinks he’s better than everybody else when they bring out this guy with tubes and wires and stuff sticking out of every natural opening he has. Well, this scrawny little gray-colored bigheaded freak comes over to me with this long needle looking thing and before he has a chance to stick it anywhere it don’t belong I kicks him where I know it’s going to do the most good and I jumps on him and beats the living crap out of him. The next thing I know a bunch of them little gray gourd heads run in and me and the old man starts kicking and swatting at them like they was gnats at a picnic and even the little kid with the glasses joins in to whooping on them goobers when all of a sudden I’m back on the road next to my truck wondering whose going to pay for that six pack. |