when i lived in in missoula…one night…i decided to walk into town, from my apartment on the creek, to the mini-mart that sold fancy cheeses and wine. have romantic french night with myself, while watching dating shows on the free cable channel that came with the rent. it was a lonely and bizarre time. beautiful in its own right. cause that night…i saw an alien ship. it’s so funny. as i walked alongside the empty road into town…not too far high up, like maybe skyscraper high…a flying object coasted along side me but on the other side of the road to my right, gliding at my pace, clearly speaking to me by mirroring speed to the very slow human below it. i don’t recall the details but i remember staring at it’s lights in odd formation, and body of a different shape…astonished and in awe that this was happening, yet open enough to say to myself out loud, “wow, i am being followed by a ufo.” about minute later, it vanished before my eyes.
i kept walking in the darkness toward town, thinking… i just saw a ufo but nobody will believe me. they’ll think i’m crazy. i can’t really share this experience with anybody. but i want to.
as i stared at the exotic wine choices and glanced over to the mid-fifties, super earthy montana check out man, i wondered if i might tell him i was just followed by an alien ship, full well knowing what he would think. i decided i would, but he would be the only person. wasn’t gonna try to explain myself again. when i shared what occurred at the end of our transaction, i disclaimed the story with, “i know you probably think i am nuts and don’t believe me, but i had to tell somebody.” he simply said ok with a quick and firm smile, sending me on my way. as i predicted. underwhelming. but still worth it. i walked home satisfied with my decision. i wanted to think about the experience more, but there was nothing left to contemplate. the quintessential questions of who are they and why were they following me, could not be answered by contemplating. i guess i would have to let it go. i got home, put on my pj’s, drank a glass of rose wine and ate some fancy cheese while watching stupid shows about people on blind dates. i thought to myself, lots of people have alien stories, it’s not a big deal.
this was how it was in missoula. strange things happen in that little mountain town. no wonder david lynch is from there. boy, do i miss that place…