MEGAN FOX, OMEGA SUPREME

Favorite Kim Song....

Just keep coming up with more shit...it's a disease my niggas...Queens, Harlem, Brooklyn, Bronx...did time in all them places boy...know em all boy!!

But now for the alien story #1:

When I first met my ex-wife, she was going through some really bad shit with her mother, and was forced to leave her house. Mostly, because corrupt cops took her corrupt mother's side of things, and said it was either she leave (let's call her Brandy), or get arrested. Funny, considering Brandy's mother assaulted her.

Anyway, so we left together and since it was rather late, we decided to sleep in the park. It was warm out, just like today in fact (around 72 degrees), and I knew a park that was mostly empty at night, and wouldn't be too dangerous. Well, that's what I thought at the time.

So we go to this park, and since it had picnic tables and benches, and we took a blanket from her house before we left, I figured we could sleep on top of a picnic table. Okay, so we finally lay down to sleep after waiting like five hours to make sure everyone left the park. I don't know how long we were laying there, but I say to her:

"Brandy, you sleep?"

"No," she whispered. "I can't sleep."

"Me either," I say.

"Are those people gone?"

"Yeah, they just left."

For some reason, she giggled. "What were they doing?"

"Smoking weed, I think," I say.

"Oh," was all she said. Then, she exhaled, and I knew what she was thinking. Where would we go? Even though I had friends I could stay with, she couldn't stay there. And she couldn't stay at my house. She understood we were effectively homeless.

And then a thought occurred to me; not a permanent solution to our troubles, but at least an answer for our immediate plight. There was a house being built right next door to mine, but it was halfway done. We could stay there for awhile, get food from my house, and maybe even take showers every other day.

Yes, I thought. That would work for a week or two! I would figure something out by then...maybe, convince one of my friends to let her chill at their house for awhile. And just when I started to share the bright idea, we both heard the sound...

Whatever it was, it came from across the park, and it was coming fast. I'm very glad now, that there was someone there to witness that (and other strange shit) with me, because this next part is rather difficult to explain properly. Megan Fox said (and I believe her utterly) that her nanny also heard the room service people, which I'm sure was a double edged sword. Good somebody else heard it too; terrifying that someone else heard it too. That means it really happened.

As I said, it came from very far away, but it was loud enough to hear, as if...as if...now bear with me, it was as if we were somehow in two places at once. Where it was coming from as far as the dimensions of the park go, but also right where we were supposed to be, laying together on the picnic table. That doesn't make much sense, I know, but that's how it seemed. Because the only other alternative is even further beyond comprehension.

I didn't say this from the start, but we had the blanket over our heads...partly because it had become kind of chilly, but also because it was comfortable like that. Almost like being in a tent, I guess. But how did it sound exactly? It was like nothing I'd ever heard--Brandy, either. Later, we tried to come to some kind of consensus on that sound...and simply couldn't do it; which is also part of the craziness of that night. How can two people hear the exact same sound, at the exact same time, and yet not be able to describe it the same?

Personally, to this day, to this very moment as you read this, I truly believe we were abducted that night. I'll explain that belief later, but for now, let me try and describe the sound the way I heard it. Take your hand (right if you're right handed, left if you're left handed) and turn it sideways right beside your ear without touching it. Now, move your hand up and down briskly, as if you're fanning your ear. That sound you hear, is what I heard, only it was so damn loud it seemed to fill up the entire park. It was somehow loud and silent, and we heard it coming towards us.

And I mean coming fast as hell--and that's another thing. We both got the impression this shit was massive...probably bigger than anything we'd ever seen before. Which is what I meant earlier when I spoke of the other alternative. See, the only other thing that I think would explain that sensation of being in two places at once, is if the ship (or whatever it was) was so big, it was passing directly above us for nearly ten minutes. But it didn't merely pass over us; it actually stopped right above us.

A lot of people talk shit when it's perfectly safe too. Men, in particular, love to exaggerate their bravery in the face of imaginary dangers. I'm sure there are plenty of people who say they would have looked up to see what was hovering above them. Well, I literally couldn't.

Horror movie are fun to watch...especially, movies about aliens and other unexplainable shit...ghosts, demons, whatever. But try experiencing what we experienced, and tell me you would have looked. I've never felt that way about anything before or since...so blatantly afraid. I can easily admit that, because I fully believe that had I removed that blanket, and saw what it was, I would have immediately gone insane.

I've read Stephen King talking about mortal terror. Well, that's what I believe I was feeling that night.

"Brandy," I whispered. "You heard that?"

"Yes," she said. And there were two very distinct sounds in her voice...there was obvious excitement, but there was also obvious terror. It was a very strange combination.

"What do you think that Is?" she whispered.

And right there, before I answered, I realized something critical. I realized that Brandy shared my deep terror; which meant that on some level, she was clearly thinking UFO, too.

"I dont know," I whispered, "What it sound like to you?"

"Rain," she whispers back. "Coming towards us."

"Whatever it is," I whisper, "it's right above us."

"I know," she whispers back. "I can hear It."

"Wanna look?" I whisper, hoping to God she said no.

"No!" She whispers, and giggles beneath the blanket. She squeezed me tightly, and snuggled against me. We both eventually fell asleep.