The radio host’s switchboard must have been lit up, because nike heels caller after
caller came on. There was everything from eyewitness accounts of seeing the
creature to people actually being attacked by it. Of course, none of the callers had
any photos or videos to back up their stories. The host and the guest just kept
egging the callers on, gobbling up every bit of it. Carl wasn’t far behind them,
shaking nike high heels his head in agreement once in a while after a swig of beer. Roman was in
his own mind somewhere, staring through the wall on the other side of the room.
Probably trying to come up with an equation disproving that any such Sasquatch
really existed.
Carl took another hard swallow, but almost spit it out nike dunk heels when the next
segment of the radio program came on—alien abduction. He leaned over to the old
radio and turned the volume dial up. He stayed hunkered over it, his eyes wide and
his left ear to the speaker, stroking the rubber band that tied the whiskers of his
Again with the endless callers, claiming this nike dunk heels time to be kidnapped by aliens
in some fashion or other.
I took a drink and shook my head. “You don’t really believe this shit do
Carl said nothing, still entranced with the stories of people not
remembering several hours out of their day, or waking up in a totally different
place than they nike high heels fell asleep, or having strange items in their bodies show up on an x-ray.
Carl sat back in his chair seeming to be upset with the show. He lit his pipe
and scratched the top of his head. “Not a one of ’em like mine.”
“Whatta ya mean like yours?” I asked.
“Like the nike high heels ones that tried to get me.”
Where Carl had failed to spit out his beer, I succeeded, spraying every last
drop in a mist that covered the room. Roman looked over and smiled as I wiped
my chin dry with my hand.
