Emu
Apr 19th, 2006, 06:19 PM
http://www.capnasty.org/issues/11/2/1653
“I need your help. You’ve got to talk to Sid.”
The phone call was from my old friend’s mother. I hadn’t seen Sid since our late teens when he rang my doorbell at 4 AM. He pointed out a UFO overhead that was beaming commands at him. To my untrained eye it appeared to be a garden-variety star. He said goodbye to me - said he was leaving his home, the country, the planet. And no one, friends or family, had seen him since.
Now he was back in town. And it sounded like he was in dire straits.
“I need your help. You’ve got to talk to Sid.”
The phone call was from my old friend’s mother. I hadn’t seen Sid since our late teens when he rang my doorbell at 4 AM. He pointed out a UFO overhead that was beaming commands at him. To my untrained eye it appeared to be a garden-variety star. He said goodbye to me - said he was leaving his home, the country, the planet. And no one, friends or family, had seen him since.
Now he was back in town. And it sounded like he was in dire straits.