One time I was drinking with this guy in the bar. Didn't know him. Just met and started bullshitting with him that night.

He told me he wanted me to “hold” something for him.

“Hold?” I said. “What do you mean?”

“You know. Hold. Keep it for me.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll have to show you.”

We finished our drinks and went out into into the parking lot, to the trunk of his car. He opened it up, and there was a frozen alien.

(It was winter).

“He’s from Mars,” the guy said. “I call him Kyle.”

“What the fuck?”

It was green, in a fetal position. Tied up, trussed kind of like a chicken, and about the size of a 10 year year old kid.

“Where the hell did you get this?” I asked.

“That’s personal.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Also, he isn’t dead.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. Hibernation.”

“Why do you want me to hold him?”

“Immigration,” he said. “They’re after us. Big inspection tomorrow.”

“Sure, what the fuck,” I said.

We transferred Kyle to the back of my truck and covered him up with a tarp I had. His eyes, even though closed, were weird. Too large or something. Me and the guy exchanged digits and, like two days later, sure enough, here he came and picked up his “package”.

One of the more interesting bar experiences I’ve had. Just thought I’d share.