Genesis

It all started in the middle of summer last year.  To make a long story short, I was an accelerated credit high school student, (Opportunity High School, lmao) who gave no fucks about his "education" (indoctrination), with virtually no social life.  I had lots of free time.

I was into far-out type shit:  alien, occult, conspiracy "theory", esoteric kinda stuff.  So one day during my abundant free time, I stumble across a James Gilliland video on YouTube (look him up if you don't know who he is).  At one point in the video, he says something along the lines of, " If you want to contact aliens, meditate and send out a thought and they will hear you."  He was also saying shit like, "Oh they're sooo benevolent and sooo nice, and they're funny and just great to talk to."  I was ignorant as hell about the topic, but armed with my limited amount of new information, I enthusiastically proceeded anyway.  

I had just "gotten into" meditation.  So one day, I decide to try what Mr. Gilliland said.  I sat down on my couch, went into a half-assed meditative state, and since my birthday was coming up soon, I thought something along the lines of, " If you're real and you can hear me, I want you to show up for my birthday."  Then, I did something that was one of the dumbest things I've ever done in my entire life, and that I regret doing almost every day;  I gave them permission to do whatever they wanted on/with me.  I gave them permission to go through all my memories and thoughts, to try to help me.  I assumed that they would only do things that I would do, if I was in their position, so it seemed like a reasonable thing to do (the ignorance was staggering).

Eventually, the day of my birthday comes around, and needless to say, I'm pretty excited to see what will happen.  As I mentioned earlier, my social life was nonexistent.  I spent the day smoking a small quantity of weed by myself (I think), and later on in the day, I took a trip to the Wadsworth Atheneum in Hartford about a mile's walk from where I lived.  I didn't see any aliens yet, and was kinda disappointed.  I came home later pretty depressed.  I was just sitting on the couch reading or something, when my mom offered to take me to a house party with a bunch of her adult friends (who I knew), and my uncle.  Being lonely, and very depressed, I happily obliged.  I got ready to go, and we left around 11-ish.  

Almost the entire day has gone by at this point, and I saw nothing.  I was feeling let down, thinking shit like,"Ohh maybe they didn't hear meeee, or they don't careee," and other thoughts of that nature.  I'm looking out the windows of the car on the way to the party, hoping to see something, and nothing was there.  I really believed that it wasn't going to happen, and was pretty disappointed.  

We arrived at the party at 11:46 pm, November 24th, 2012 (added the date for...dramatic effect).  My mother and I step out of the car, and look up, and to my amazement, there was like 30 of these white light glowing orb things in the sky above me.  I was freaking the fuck out.  I asked my mom what she thought, and she said it was planes or some other thing, that it wasn't UFOs.  That answer made me kinda sad.  She goes into the party, and I remained outside for another 10-15 minutes, just looking up and freaking out.  Many "what the fuck"s and "yo this shit is crazy"s were uttered.  I tried to take a picture or video, but it was too dark, and my phone was too shitty.  So in an effort to document this in whatever way I could, I called my best friend, and explained to him what was happening.  He thought it was pretty wild, but he had to hang up after about 9 minutes.  

After a while, I figured I had to enter the party.  I went inside, and told a few people what just happened to me.  I think my uncle believed me, but I don't know about the other people.  None of them were interested in seeing this for themselves.  I went back outside, and they were still there.  I proceeded to freak out a little more.  I went back inside after about 5-10 minutes.

The rest of the night was pretty depressing.  I was sitting on the couch, marveling over one of my mom's friends exquisitely round behind and wide hips for an hour or two.  Then I found out they had a free bar , so naturally, over the course of the rest of the night, I consumed 15 shots of Black Hennessy, 1 or 2 shots of regular Hennessy, 1 shot of Bacardi Gold, and a shot of regular Bacardi.  I was fucked up, and that was the last time I've drank that much, or much at all, since.

There's a few other things that happened at the party, but I'll spare you the details.

And that was Genesis.