God, he hated these people. They were always so wild- So out there and willing to try and see about the meteors. His eyes glance up at the roof, as he groaned, taking another sip of the beer in his hand. 

Nobody believed him. After all, why would they? Aliens? Absolutely ridiculous. Even if he did have all the facts to back it up, he'd given up some time ago on the idea that anyone would even give a crap about his ideas, let alone care about what his studies. So, he turned back to what he was best at. Boozing up and smoking. It wasn't a great thing to do, but to be quite honest, he didn't really care. 

Live fast, die young. So when the flashes of light got more frequent, he didn't really seem to pay them any notice. Sitting on his patio with his laptop and a 40 oz., he calmly went through his images as he prepared a rather awful presentation for his friends college assignment.

A boring day.