Week 24

(EDITORS NOTE: This week a great injustice was perpetrated in my hometown. Once again America was shown exactly how much value the life of a an African American carries, and the country has been tearing itself apart ever since. I know that now would be the time to say something profound and speak on the matter, but I don't have it in me. Truth be told I've been focusing all of my energy these past few days on not completely losing myself. That's why I'm choosing to use this blog to help take my mind off of matters. Besides, I can say confidently that no one reading this would want me to breathe life into the thoughts in my head.)

 We live in a time of infinite possibilities. Where the most powerful computers fit in the palm of your hand, and televisions have higher IQs than most college grads. Where missiles can pin point the big toe of an enemy combat, and dating apps allow for Darwinism to take place in the speed of light. So, baring all of that in mind, I would just like to say that there's a good chance I have aliens living in the apartment next door.

     Ok, first of all, shut up. I'm not crazy. I just happen to think that there are intelligent beings from another galaxy living next door to me in an apartment complex in Van Nuys, California.

SHUT UP!

    I already know your next question. Do you have proof? And you know what? I don't. But I have a really strong gut feeling, and my gut always leads me to good places; Imos, Wing Stop, Pei King, etc. And I trust my gut right now. Here's my evidence.

•      Since some time in October an eclectic group of people have gone in an out of that apartment. All different shapes, sizes, races, and species (I'll explain the species part in a second).  And always in groups of twos.
• Aside from the first two people,  a white couple around my age, I haven't seen anyone come in and out of the apartment more than once. After seeing the couple twice, next was a middle aged white male in business attire and a little kid maybe 3 or 4 years old. Then the other day was a college aged black girl with a little chihuahua. Always in groups of twos.
• Though I never hear any footsteps, barking, or crying, the door opens and closes frequently.

Now I know that none of this is definitive evidence. I would, however, just like to go on the record and say that the other day while I was first piecing all of this together I got the faint taste of blood in my mouth. At first I waved it off as some weird after taste from breakfast. But as it persisted I started to wonder. On a hunch I blew my nose, and the amount of blood that came out was enough to fill the first 6 minutes of an episode of CSI.


So in the event that I disappear off the face of the Earth, you all are my witnesses.

Merry Christmas from Hevy Williams