They walk among us. Amos couldn’t hold his liquor and spilled the beans. I didn’t believe him until he levitated the bottle of hot sauce on our barroom table.

Here to invade, these aliens? Nope. Earth is a galactic Tijuana. Alcohol. Drugs. Violence. Littering.

It’s boring out there, in civilization.

Joe Malone is fluent in the South Sudanese languages of Nuer and Zande.