Two things that I have yet to figure out; why theres a ringing in my ear and why I can’t seem to get a square peg in a round hole. Four nights ago I was in Wasillia visiting some friends. Anne told me to call her when I got there but I forgot. I got out of the car and was immediately approached by a man with long hair and a beard. He asked me for directions to the nearest diner. Man, I had no clue, and in retrospect, that whole thing was the reason I forgot to call Anne. I started walking into the abandoned warehouse that we all decided to meet. We’d been doing this once a month in a different city now for about 3 years. Grex found this spot this time. It’s the 34th city. Wasillia. Its weird because my uncle had broken down here the summer he graduated from college. Wasillia is 200 miles from anything, so to break down is to be, well, stranded. But, while its 200 miles from anything, there are about 200 people here. And frankly, they are 200 of the strangest people you’ve ever seen. Perfectly content with their strangeness. Anyway, he spent 3 days with a couple who barely spoke to him but, through action, showed kindness and hospitality. He repaired the radiator himself and was back on his way across the country, thanking them (to nods and smiles). But back to the story. I was walking towards the warehouse where we had decided to meet, when I heard something. It sounded like a cat. Or a kid. I couldn’t tell and I had half a mind to ignore it, but curiosity hits like a girl sometimes and like Lou Ferrigno other times. This was a Ferrigno moment and I walked over to the pile of gravel to the right of the warehouse. I turned the corner and the noise got louder. I couldn’t recognize it as anything I was familiar with, but the image in my head was still a wounded kitty. Behind the gravel was tall, dried up weeds. So, I walked toward the crying sound. I was deep in these neck high weeds, parted the dead foliage in front of me and there it was. Now, I’m not the kind of guy to believe in aliens. I tend to have both feet firmly on the ground at all times. I mean, my dads an Astronomer for NATA and HE doesn’t even believe they exist. So believe me when I tell you, I didn’t want to. But this greyish blue blob, looked like a big shrimp with arms and legs and a face like a cat. I guess it made sense, it sounds like a cat and looks like a cat, maybe it could be a martian pet. Either way, I had a hard time believing what I was seeing. It was making with pitiful noise and looked like a drowning victim suffering from agonal breathing. I was already kinda late to the meeting so I took off my jacket, wrapped the thing up and ran back to my car and put it in the trunk. I went in the warehouse and sat down with my brothers. Joine had already started the minutes. And Yoyt and Hern were doing their own thing in the corner…
…to be continued.
