Gabe Newman's Blog

This is my first post on My Fox Boston.  I hope you'll look forward to more.  You can check out my other blogs at www.myspace.com/wickgraves

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-Gabe

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She said she was going flying and left me sitting at the bar. I told her she shouldn't drink and fly, but she didn't care. She had to fly! It was her passion, even though until recently she had only been a flight attendant.

Coming from a small town in the South, and being of mixed decent, she never felt like she fit in. Her skin was brown, and she was surrounded by black and white. It made her a spectacle. She had never really seen another brown person, except for her mother. In small towns, there's not a lot of mixing going on, you know.

There was a small factory in town where her mother worked when she was a young girl. They didn't have a lot of money, and then NAFTA hit, and the factory shut down and hauled off to Mexico, just like Ross Perot said it would. They were without income AGAIN!

Her mother would take her to work with her because they couldn't afford child care. So, Yung, as she was called, spent her time in the janitors closet tearing pieces of paper into ever smaller pieces, which is what led her to Quantum Physics, but that's another story!

Now, there she is, flying that plane over the neighborhood causing many to awake in the wee hours! She left that small town for a better life, and look what she's become; some sort of terrorist, or something!

I don't know what to tell you, but she makes more money than me and she still complains about it, even though she rarely ever has to leave the house. She owns that frickin' plane, but has somebody else fly all those chartered flights. All she does is joy ride! I guess that's what you get to do when you're the boss... and then you get to complain about it!

Then, there it was, a small craft flying right in front of her abou the size of an automobile, but probably closer to the size of a Suburban. It was silvery in color with windows surrounding its' oval shape and rods with lights at the ends of all white light.

She dodged it with a hard left, but then veered right to become upright again. Gazing upward about two o'clock at that point she saw it vanish without a sound.

It is egotistical to think that we are the only planet in the universe with life as we know it, meaning organized communities of like beings, but the universe demands that we think that, because it is not provable by the scientific method that aliens exist.

She could never get it out of her mind. What she had seen was real, but of course she was drinking and flying, so who knows? Her witness couldn't be proven. Therefore, she could only hold on to her memory, knowing that it wasn't a dream.

She landed the plane with a bumpy bounce just like they do on major airlines except occasionally when it as smooth as butter. That's when you tell the Captain it was a great landing, and really mean it. Every so often that happens, and every so often you are sincere. Regardless, even the bumpy landings are safe, but those smooth ones are also held in memory, just like a UFO sighting.

She got off the plane, as she was alone, even though that wasn't advisable, or legal in her condition. She knew the peeps, and the peeps were guys, and they wanted her, but she was very selective about her mates. That's what made he most desirable.

I was already in bed by that point. I could have tried to stop her, but then she would have cried foul and called the cops, as she had done before. I couldn't afford any cops because I was on the run from the warrants that I didn't feel like I deserved, but that were there.

She came back inside the house, and crawled in bed next to me. She was warm blooded, and I felt her snuggle up next to me, though I was barely awake. She'll do what's she's going to do, and if I interfere, then she'll find a way to make sure I pay. She's the boss. I'm a former rodeo clown...

She always wrapped herself up next to me, when I wasn't doing the same. I loved that reciprocity. It wasn't one sided at all. Sometimes, I'd hug her, and sometimes she'd hug me. Sometimes, we'd just go to sleep, but tonight was different. There was a certain exhiliration in the room, even though I didn't really know where she had been, yet I had certain suspicions about what had occurred.

I trusted her, without doubt. Maybe I shouldn't have, but that's just the way it is when you have a vibe with someone. That's when she laid it on me. "I saw a UFO tonight."

She said it exactly as I have written it, with a small dot, or period, at the end of the grand announcement. I replied with the obvious question, "What?"

She answered, as calmly as she is, "I saw a UFO. I know I was drinking and flying, but I did, and I don't even believe in them because they can't be proven by science"... once again as calmly as she is.

I rolled over and looked her in her deep brown eyes saying, "You're drunk!"

She responded casually, of course, "I was, but I'm not, and I wasn't then either."

She began to explain the scenario to me, and I could only listen with amazement! She finished the story, as I almost lay there silent, and naked beneath the sheets. I asked, "Are you serious?"

She asked, "Are you really a former rodeo clown?"