Another Girl, Another Planet

On falling in love with extraterrestrials.

Writing these short stories on Twitter has been such a joy.

So far, I’ve written two installments of “The Principle of Least Astonishment,” a story about a Bitcoin centi-millionaire’s love affair with an East Bay barista, a now deleted thread about a Russian software engineer obsessed with Bruce Lee, a glimpse into what I think life might be like in small-town Ireland, and now this—a snapshot of a Coast to Coast AM-loving Texan who fell in love with an alien.

You live in Texas. Your days are simple: Go to work. Go to HEB, go to Dollar General. Get parts for the car you're fixing up. Maybe get a drink.

Each night at 11:50 PM, you begin your ritual.

You drive to Bread Basket where you buy a bottle of Big Red. You park your car by the now long abandoned Kingdom Hall and you turn on conspiracy talk radio, on 99.7.

Every night, the host greets you the same way: Live from the high desert and the great American southwest, I bid you good evening, good afternoon, good morning, wherever you may be on this great planet of ours…

You drink your Big Red, and settle in to your stories.