There was a story going around that the aliens had enlisted human governments to implement programs to implement their own destruction. The idea as told to them that the only alternative offered was the complete destruction of the planet on a cosmic scale. A familiar scenario that everyone and all were supposed to be very patently upset upon hearing. Part of the old classic continuous political harangue of ‘any minute‘ boom doom gloom. But now another long un-played broken record that still fits well with our age these days. Still the parsimonious culture of hate and fear must have its way if by nothing else than sheer repetition. So personally having a particularly boring existence without any possibility of any threat of real adventure seeping into present tense existence. The constant reminder however that all was not right with the world constantly hammered home. Not with anything monumental beyond the inability to keep constant a steady regimen of employment. Certainly this was a new territory menacing the old. At certain times of those infrequent recollection of memories of childhood the occasionally recall the joy I shared with my father when we were together. He had his own hidden child-like nature that at those times made one feel like a kindred spirit. The world has changed since then as it always does. With the expected “not for the better” portion. So what was there to do but pull in one’s head and hide in one’s shell like most of the rest of society? Or just say fuck it and step out with whatever comes out comes out. Then jump down the hole and follow it down to what lurks deep down. “Spiritual tourrettes anyone?” Who among you can cast that stone first? Who among can do that sort of heavy lifting? The past is the past. But the aliens are restless. They want in on the good life. Though they get frustrated when it is out of reach beyond a pane of glass. So they bring their old world with them. And then therein is the problem. Two cannot occupy the very same space at the very same time or poof. Someday soon everyone will wake up. And it may not be conveniently in the middle of the night. Then what! Naked in the middle of the boulevard? What is worse flesh eating aliens or a completely drained banking account? You be the judge.