We decided we were going to need a lot more real humans working together to defeat the Grey Aliens so we decided to put together team captains in communities all over Greensboro. To the north was Lisa Hartsoe Hanks Her job at the NC Division of Veterans Affairs would come in handy should we need to recruit experienced fighters.
To the north west we lined up former United States Navy Seal Bob Grenier. While Bob and I might have differing political philosophies we both agreed the aliens had to go. The sooner the better. To the northeast was another navy veteran, Davie Jones whose weapons and/or communications expertise would no doubt be needed. Davie had tricks in his locker that were unknown even to aliens.
Closer to downtown we recruited Dan Bayer, Dave McLean and their band, the Raving Knaves. They could pass seamlessly into many of the venues the alien informants frequented and watch them up close. Even though I suspected McLean might himself be a Tall White Alien, Danny, who I've known and trusted for years, assured me otherwise. But then, when you think about it, the Punk Rock played by the Raving Knaves is another form of aboriginal music-- something the Tall White aliens can't stand to listen to so we knew Dave wasn't a Tall White even if he happened to be a Grey.
Sean Coon kept watch from the Southside, Carole Newsome from the west, Tim Newnam to the north and Pierce Egerton of Edgerton Law assembled a team of accident victims in Greensboro, Asheboro and Kernersville to keep track of the aliens should they travel south or west.
The team captains met at various locations including the Flatiron, Darryl's and Libby Hill to exchange information and intelligence. Then it was relayed via multiple operatives through multiple channels to Burlington where Donny and Veggie correlated all the intelligence and worked out a plan of attack should it become necessary.
I guess with all that networking going on we should have known the aliens would be networking as well but we never saw coming what happened next. When the next edition of the local propaganda daily, the Greensboro News & Record rolled off the presses the front page headline read, "Local Poet Wanted For Cattle Rustling." They even posted a photoshopped picture as evidence of my supposed misdeeds, stealing a cow from a Chick-fil-a Restaurant and forcing it to work against its will.
With warrants issued for my arrest I'd be forced to hide out somewhere other than at home in Greensboro or in our Burlington shop. As a matter of fact, I avoided capture at both places by only minutes. It seems the aliens had been doing some networking of their own and because of their networking I was on the lam. I was afraid I wouldn't be of much help.
Continue to Hellphone.
To the north west we lined up former United States Navy Seal Bob Grenier. While Bob and I might have differing political philosophies we both agreed the aliens had to go. The sooner the better. To the northeast was another navy veteran, Davie Jones whose weapons and/or communications expertise would no doubt be needed. Davie had tricks in his locker that were unknown even to aliens.
Closer to downtown we recruited Dan Bayer, Dave McLean and their band, the Raving Knaves. They could pass seamlessly into many of the venues the alien informants frequented and watch them up close. Even though I suspected McLean might himself be a Tall White Alien, Danny, who I've known and trusted for years, assured me otherwise. But then, when you think about it, the Punk Rock played by the Raving Knaves is another form of aboriginal music-- something the Tall White aliens can't stand to listen to so we knew Dave wasn't a Tall White even if he happened to be a Grey.
Sean Coon kept watch from the Southside, Carole Newsome from the west, Tim Newnam to the north and Pierce Egerton of Edgerton Law assembled a team of accident victims in Greensboro, Asheboro and Kernersville to keep track of the aliens should they travel south or west.
The team captains met at various locations including the Flatiron, Darryl's and Libby Hill to exchange information and intelligence. Then it was relayed via multiple operatives through multiple channels to Burlington where Donny and Veggie correlated all the intelligence and worked out a plan of attack should it become necessary.
I guess with all that networking going on we should have known the aliens would be networking as well but we never saw coming what happened next. When the next edition of the local propaganda daily, the Greensboro News & Record rolled off the presses the front page headline read, "Local Poet Wanted For Cattle Rustling." They even posted a photoshopped picture as evidence of my supposed misdeeds, stealing a cow from a Chick-fil-a Restaurant and forcing it to work against its will.
With warrants issued for my arrest I'd be forced to hide out somewhere other than at home in Greensboro or in our Burlington shop. As a matter of fact, I avoided capture at both places by only minutes. It seems the aliens had been doing some networking of their own and because of their networking I was on the lam. I was afraid I wouldn't be of much help.
Continue to Hellphone.
