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91 outcome of which would affect the timeline of our lives in a major way. Not only did we experience the distorted electronic beeping interference announcement during that particular call, but I also had two ear tones in the middle of it all. So, something was definitely listening in to THAT conversation using all possible angles! The “Gray” homeless guy. This was during the summer/fall of 2002, when all kinds of strange and bizarre events were happening to me and Tom. We were idling at a red light at Broward and Federal in downtown Fort Lauderdale when a homeless guy wearing the bright pink Sun Sentinel T-shirt approached Tom, who was driving, and began chatting casually with him through the open window. Homeless people selling the Street Sheet for donations or the Sun ate 4 Sentinel newspaper were commonplace at that particular intersection, so this was normal. So they’re chatting, and I’m over in the passenger side in my own world, not paying much attention, then the light turns green. As the cars in front of us begin to slowly pull forward, homeless man suddenly changes you could say. He goes from easy breezy casual, to getting a sort of intense, serious look about his face, leans in through the window, staring intently at me — honing in on me for the first time - and gives me a big “V” sign with his fingers. It was at this point that I really noticed how he looked. The guy was barely 5 feet tall, if that, probably about 90 pounds soaking wet, meaning, very tiny, and with a very pronounced triangular shaped face, and large alien-looking pale blue eyes, and very thin lips/small mouth. He looked like a barely disguised Gray alien in human form. And the way he was intensely staring me down, giving me the V, leaning partially into the car window was just bizarre. I just stared back at him, like, Huh?? then he pulled back out of the way, and Tom began moving forward. Tom and I were both like, What was THAT?? Damn! Finally seeing “Them.” August, 2002. Tom and I decided to go to Denny’s in the middle of the night, around 1:45 a.m. At first we chose the one on Federal Highway. But we get in there, and there’s like, no people. We're pretty much the only customers, and not only that, but our server is this older woman with a bad cold. We heard her hacking and coughing up a lung before she even got to our table. We ordered Part II - My Own Experiences —_—_—_—_—— ee *e