ALIEN--pause

you better leave my little girl alone

In May of 1979 I was a wild teenager—18. I wasn’t thinking about aliens. I was thinking about girls and my 1968 GTO. That was it. I loved them both. Maybe my car a little more.

I remember someone said to me have you seen the movie Alien.

No.

And then I saw it. Reaction: Holy fucking shit. Greatest alien movie ever. You’re trapped on a fucking space ship and there is an alien on it and Sigourney Weaver strips down to her underwear and kicks its fucking ass. Even if you’re gay you should have gotten a boner.

What I didn’t know at the time was Seattle Washington was the town selected to premier the movie. Why? Hollywood not good enough? No aliens there? Bullshit.

“In space no one can hear you scream.”

At that point I was an 18-year-old addicted alien fanatic with a fucking kick ass GTO and a super hot girlfriend. Still married to her.

Taurus.

Love that hat. What’s that tat?