Armistice Day

By David Estrada

Another Bizzaro love story by David Estrada. If you like Audrey Tautou and grey aliens you are sure to love Armistice Day.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Estrada
• Release date: May 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781304908841

David Estrada

Born on December, 4 1975. Lives in Anaheim, California.

Book preview

Part 1

Every person fights a war in their life. Life is the war itself. An old man sits in a comfy chair holding a forty-five in his hands. He can scarcely lift the pistol to his mouth. But his suicide is thwarted by a thief.

The inevitably of death is such that suicide is a fool’s errand. I, the old man, say to you, the young man.

What?

I am old and I have cancer…I was going to commit suicide before you broke into my home. I say waving the gun at you.

And so now you have guessed my plan and the layout of this story so let’s continue.

I guess you should either sit down or this old man will call the police. I would rather you sit and listen to my story because no one else will.

You, the thief, sit down and I stop waving my .45.

"I’ll begin the story…

I was in the Great War. Well a great war. They said World War One was the war to end wars but that was only the beginning. That war began the century of imperialism and death. But the war I was in is the greatest of all. Life is the Great War I am talking about; greater than all the wars fought by all the nations. It is a war fought by each and every one of us. This story begins in Roswell…

I was born on a military base…White Sands military base. When my father decided to stop travelling with the Army, we moved to Roswell, New Mexico. My father wanted to be a career man with the Army Corps of Engineers but my mom thought otherwise. It was mostly her decision that we move to Roswell. I was five. I knew German because we had been stationed over there for two years. It was 1987 and Ronald Reagan was condemning the Berlin Wall and Perestroika and punk rock were slamming into the Russian culture. Pussy Riot was 25 years away from taking the gulag system by storm or was it that these girls were taken by the gulag system and disappeared in the storm of the Homosexual Revolution.

I’m all for equality and I am not afraid of Gay people breaking my brown cherry by edict of the queen of the Gays. The thought of a squad of gay football players would run a train on my ass seems far from feasible.

My mom was sweating out the summer listening to David Bowie. Queen Bitch played on the radio. Everything was hunky dory.

Did I mention it was hot outside and we didn’t have an air conditioner? This is the summer of my discontent. I have a lot of angst for a five year old. Or was it just the Mohawk my mom thought looked cool for the summer. It’s a hard knock life for David Estrada in Roswell, New Mexico.

I am five and this is a great day to be alive. Today is the first night that I meet one of them. And the furthest thing from my mind is the impending war for the Earth.

My mom thought it was just a new imaginary friend. But we had sleep overs at their place. Greys are an insidious race of aliens. They are like Republicans in every way except Republicans have a taste for human babies. G. W. eats little kids at thanksgiving.

And so I grow up with alien friends. My mom would wish it was the illegal aliens they talk about ridding the country of in political circles. But she doesn’t know how special I am. The Greys were soon gone and so was my mom.

And so the story goes on…

My mom died and my friends were gone. It’s only first grade and already my life is fucked and I have mommy issues. Dad tried to find a replacement mom but he wasn’t boyfriend material and thus couldn’t even start to think about being a husband again. So it was the two of us through all the ineptness that comes with being a single dad in the Eighties.

Dad got drunk most nights…he hired babysitters but none of them would fuck him like in those nasty pornos he would hide away in his closet. I found those when I was ten. They sat me until I was old enough to hit on them. And then I took care of myself when dad went to look for Ms. Right.

For you to understand this story more fully you must know who my parents were. My mom wasn’t just a stay at home mom she was a scientist and an outside consultant to the military. When I say my father retired from the military I must admit he didn’t stop working for them. The American military just gave them both jobs near Roswell. Well near is relative. Their jobs were near Alamogordo, New Mexico at Hoffman Air Force Base. And what I know today is that they were trying to reverse engineer grey technology.

My mom didn’t die…She disappeared during one of these experiments.

But at this moment in the story I am twelve. And I miss my mom.

1994 began the years of the grey invasion. I was abducted again. This time it was my mom and a group of greys.

It was like a custody battle with grey aliens in the mix.

This is exactly what you think…My mom is an alien. She can shape shift. My mom is a grey alien. And this is why my dad can never find Ms. Right.

Grey Aliens plant thoughts in your mind so when they want to change shape or disappear they just put the thought in your mind. That’s why they don’t