Velik, Los Angeles, California…
Velik, Los Angeles, California…
Human means of travel had to be the worst in the Coalition of Planets. My knees hit the back of the seat in front of me, the car smelled like something called pachouli—at least that’s what was written on the exterior of the offensive package and the human male driving the vehicle repeatedly looked back and forth from me to the road.
“You play football?”
“I do not.” I knew the competitive game some of the larger males of Earth liked to engage in. I had watched one such battle on the humans’ television.
No one died. And the males were…small. Once was enough.
“Basketball, right? You play for the Lakers?”
“I do not.” Another human competition of running and throwing ball through a hoop for points. Again…the fighting pits on
