Like most of his contemporaries, my good friend David Schoffman is a well-travelled cosmopolite. Summers in Sierra Bermeja, winters in Hemsedal, no place is dearer to David's heart and closer to his eerie imagination than Roswell, New Mexico.
Did I say "cosmopolite?"
I meant crackpot.
You see, David insists that UFO's regularly appear on earth and appear with the greatest frequency in and around Roswell. Actually, like most devotées of the twilight David prefers to call these apparitions unexplained aerial phenomenon though no linguistic neutering will make me sympathetic to his hallucinations.
Knowing me to be a skeptic, David sent me a picture the other day claiming it to be incontrovertibly hard evidence. Now, I'm not accusing my friend of being a liar but I too use Photoshop and I know what it's capable of.
To make matters worse, he insists on this improbable anecdote about art and abduction:
Schoffman tells anyone who will listen that twenty some odd years ago he was forcibly strapped into what he describes as an "incandescent dentist's chair" and was summarily whisked on some strange galactic cruise ship to a far off planet just outside of Jupiter.
Always the artist and always prepared, David claims further that he had with him his Sennelier travel watercolor kit and two medium-size pads of cold press Arches paper. In between his intensive interrogations he was permitted to walk around the landscape and make small descriptive sketches.
He also says that he had the best sex of his life up there, something so disturbing and odd that even I fall short in imagining it.
Did I say "cosmopolite?"
I meant crackpot.
You see, David insists that UFO's regularly appear on earth and appear with the greatest frequency in and around Roswell. Actually, like most devotées of the twilight David prefers to call these apparitions unexplained aerial phenomenon though no linguistic neutering will make me sympathetic to his hallucinations.
To make matters worse, he insists on this improbable anecdote about art and abduction:
Always the artist and always prepared, David claims further that he had with him his Sennelier travel watercolor kit and two medium-size pads of cold press Arches paper. In between his intensive interrogations he was permitted to walk around the landscape and make small descriptive sketches.
He also says that he had the best sex of his life up there, something so disturbing and odd that even I fall short in imagining it.
