#chesketh

The apprentice’s name was Mac and he was significantly shorter than me. I felt awkward as he tattooed my thigh. When he was done there was a moment of tension as I looked at it. Next thing I know, we were making out.

I wasn’t sure what had aroused me more: the fact that I had directly disobeyed my parents, or that it was so out of character. Maybe it was because he was a guy and I already had my pants almost completely off to get the tattoo. In my mind I had nicknamed him “little dude.” Was it worth it? Maybe, who knows. The tattoo? I give it mixed reviews along with my experience.

One Brit at the hostel I was staying at declared, “I love you! Why wake up every morning and stick pins in your eyes? Your skin will get ugly and deformed with age so why not decorate it? And the fact that you made out with the tattoo artist is incredible. He was a hottie, right? You are crazy, I love it! Let me buy you another of whatever you are drinking.”

I went to work the next day in pain, walking funny, and still drunk. The drunkenness gave way to the worst hangover of my life, and I threw up on the receipts I was organizing. This was a veritable low point in my life.

Was I supposed to learn anything? Maybe. I don’t know. Are we ever supposed to learn anything from our experiences? It is often said that is how people learn, but I am still not quite sure. Shit happens sometimes.

A man once said he dreamt he was being paralyzed on a beach when two shrouded figures approached and said “be at peace.”

The shrouded figures then stuck their hands into his head and he felt at peace. He woke up with a splitting headache though.

Post-mortem examination of his brain found a foreign object lodged into the gyri.

This man hada fairly average life. He had a mother and father, a sister and brother, and adog. He went to school, all of elementary, middle and high, than went to college. He got a degree in electrical engineering and worked for General Electric. He was married and had his own family, a house and a dog.

So why him?

Rumor has it he was the wisest human on the planet who kept a notebook detailing his realizations. The aliens, when they became aware of this, directly interfered with his process via that dream. It seemed they wanted to speed up the process by adding a chip to his brain

His writings could have helped us, more so then Buddha, Jesus, or any other religious leader.

No one knows what happened to his notebooks. Some theories say it’s in a government vault. Others say the aliens took it. Others say his family destroyed it. All we know is that it no longer exists. Aliens are still contacting us through dreams though, so the question remains.