By now you must be familiar with Tim, that oddball cousin of Gerad's. Recently we found a little story he wrote. We're not certain if this was before or after he knew aliens, but it certainly speaks to a certain personality, doesn't it? So enjoy and bask in the following.
The blue sky, this late in summer, this long after we’d come to be familiar with the cold, was more than welcome. But as I drove around after work, running errands, as one can only run errands in suburbia: sloshing between parking lots in a car. But even then, seeing one too many accidents, I sensed something was amiss, but checking my Twitter feed gave me no information. For a second, as I paused upon opening my car door, the smell of fried-something hanging strong in my nostrils, I glanced up and saw hundreds of black spots in the white-blue sky. Each time I tried to look directly at a spot, they would all vaporize. Gone. This happened enough times—these dots in the sky and sky alone—only in my periphery that I soon had vertigo.