I AM WRITING THIS FOR MY OWN BENEFIT AND TO SHARE WITH PEOPLE WHO KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT...
HOPEFULLY YOU WILL FIND IT INTERESTING AND CONSIDER WHAT I HAVE TO SAY WITH AN OPEN MIND
(and no, we hadn't been drinking)

First of all this is not a fictional story... it's a memory of an actual event that happened to me when I was 17.
My best friend Kevin, and me and my mom decided to drive up to Kerville which is just alittle northwest of San Antonio for the weekend. My mother's boyfriend had a cabin up on the Guadalupe River. But before we left we had to stop at our favorite Mexican food restaurant, Olde Mexico. I had my usual... the tamale plate. Aiiiigh Carrumba!

After dinner, we were off on our trip. Almost the entire way we listened to Kevin and mine's preferred music tapes which drove my mother crazy! She liked country music! I think we played my Journey tape at least 5 times and The Cars over and over. We arrived at the cabin around 1:00am and immediately hit the sack. Whose wacky idea was it to leave at nighttime anyway? Hmmmm I can't seem to remember, but it could have been mine.

The next morning we awoke to the sound of blue jays and locusts. It was only 10:00 in the morning and already we could tell it was going to be one of those HOT TEXAS SCORCHERS in August. Whew! Sweat is just a way of life here.

My mom had brought some masks and fins so we snorkled most of the day up and down the Guadalupe. That evening we played cards and told ghost stories. The next day we spend in Kerville. Mom stayed at the cabin and me and Kevin went to check out the antique stores. He bought me a ceramic heart box for my collection. The heat that day was relentless. I remember it was 103 and we decided to stop for ice cream. Lime sherbert for me, Rocky Road for him. Then we headed home headbanging to my Van Halen tape...David Lee Roth was GOD back then.

Later that evening Kevin and I decided to take the canoe out and look at the stars. I grabbed the flashlight and we headed down to the river. So there we were... SOBER... it was probably about 10:30pm or so and I noticed not too far off was an airplane. That's what it looked like. Two headlights in the front. It looked like a car coming towards us in the sky. I had the flashlight out and was checking out the rocks and canyon walls and began flashing it towards the airplane. Flashing it on and off. Before I could count to 10 that "airplane" was over our heads. That is when we had the shock of our lives. This was NO airplane.

This thing was not from here, and if it was it means the U.S. Military is completely lying to us about their capabilities regarding space flight. In my mind we were looking at a UFO and it was directly over our freaking heads! I still had the flashlight in my hand shining up at the underneath of the craft, and I heard Kevin hissing at me under his breath, "turn that damn thing off!" and I did, well actually it dropped from my hand making a huge banging noise as it hit the canoe floor. Our jaws were hanging on the bottom of the canoe floor too probably.

This is what we saw. No lights underneath, only the two in front, like headlights. The color seemed dark grey with strange square and triangular shapes underneath. And how could I tell? Because it was only about 2 or 3 stories above us. Why didn't we get fried? Because there was no heat coming from it that we could notice.

It made a quiet whirring noise like it was in overdrive. The thing followed along the river like it was following a road. We watched it for about a minute as it continued up the river, and we could not move. We were like statues and my legs felt like stone. I remember thinking, "holy moly I'm damn glad they didn't beam us up". I am scared of that crap.

Somehow Kevin manuvered the canoe back towards the cabin and we got out of the canoe saying stuff to each other like, "oh my God!!!!" and "you saw the same thing I did right?". Kevin's knees were knocking so badly he banged up his leg getting up on land. He was bleeding and I was hyperventilating!

We ran up the hill to the cabin and went bursting in the door yelling to my mother what had just happened and do you know what she said? She said, "DAMN! I missed it!!!!" She completely believed us. She was so awesome. But I assume we were white as ghosts and we were babbling, wide eyed, etc. My brain was overloading on this information... what it all meant.. what it all means...

As the years went on Kevin didn't care to discuss the event very much. He acted almost like it didn't even happen! I never understood that. I always wanted to talk about it.. go over it... ponder the possibilities and curse the government, stuff like that.

But Kevin died in 1991 of aids and my mom passed away in 1996 so I am on my own with my memories of this event in my life that made a HUGE impact on me and the way I think about things. Because if this is true, then all sorts of other things could be true also. Things I dismissed in my mind before, had to be re-examined.

And you know what is the coolest thing about seeing something like this, it's when you tell people that you have seen a UFO and they give you "the look". Unless they have seen something too, you usually get "the look" ha ha! Translates into "you must be crazy", but the cool part is that you know you aren't. So I decided to share with YOU MY WEB FRIENDS because yall are very important to me and I felt the need to put this in print. Thanks for your time and I would love to hear your comments if you have any.