Of course not. Not everyone is an alien. But I am, I've been relocated to this dinky little planet for the protection of a much vaster intergalactic empire, and I didn't know any of this until a few years ago.
I hope you don't think I'm complaining. I mean, it's kind of a heavy load I've been walking around with for a while, but there's also a touch of pride there. I admit it. It's pretty damn cool to find something like that out. I mean, according to the prophecies, I'm straight fucked in the long term. But for now, my life doesn't seem so mundane.
Anyway, I didn't mean to go on and on about myself like that.
Let's see, I started by telling you about Gary. Ok, yeah, that's right. Let me get back on track here.
Gary heard the shots and came running out. The man probably saved my life, which anyone in his spot would have done, but it turned out to be Gary Wheeler, so Gary suddenly became an important person to me. He also changed his mind. So maybe he was the right guy in the right place at the right time. It takes a certain degree of blind faith to concede (even subconsciously) that the universe has collapsed an indicator for you. Whether Gary had blind faith or not, I don't know. But