Sunday Morning

Sunday morning, I wondered what it would be like to be an alien from outer space, coming to visit Earth for the first time, and happening upon a living room in Brooklyn.

In this particular living room, the alien would see two people, a male and a female, writhing around on the floor playing a small, mutant instrument in front of a tv screen, a weird film covering their faces and shouting incoherently.

Would the alien call to his cohorts and demand that they view this strange sight, wondering what sort of weird practice these humans were involved in ?

Or would the alien chuckle and say, “Oh, there’s Cheese and Beehive, wearing mud masks while playing a very competitive game of Guitar Hero.”