I try to get back into writing every time (here's something I kicked around FB).

So you just met yourself from an alternate world...


Hey guyz.
I met a man today named Al Berenstain. He looked and spoke just like me, we played some videogames and drank some beers, it was very fun. He told me Berenstain wasn't really his last name, but it was a way of letting people know he came from another dimension. He told me this was the Berenstein Dimension, and that I'm Al Berenstein. He spoke about some really impressive things about his dimension, different facts about pop culture and politics so that I could understand. He started with The Beatles, he said that tape recording another guy on Twitter found from the 80's that they never split up and Lennon lived was legit. Then he talked about Eminem, and that he was discovered by Anthony Kiedis, not Dr. Dre. Nirvana was also still around, and Courtney Love was in prison for her first murder attempt trying to overdose Cobain. Outside of music he told me the biggest difference was Sean Connery played Morpheus, and he thought it was super weird watching Laurence Fishbourne instead. On politics, neither Obama or Trump became presidents. Hillary Clinton apparently sabotaged Obama during those primaries, but she ultimately lost to Mitt Romney. He couldn't tell me who the current president was after that but all he could say was that it's another Republican.
I asked him about 9/11, and that's when he warned me. It still happened, it needed to happen. And now that you read this and we all acknowledge the existence of the alternate dimensions, take heed of anyone who tells you otherwise.

 Hey guyz!

Today was interesting, I met the famous Al Bronson. Remember when Al Berenstain dropped by and we hung out? He's the guy he told me about. Or more along the lines warned me to watch out for. He came from the Bronson Reality, the strange alternate reality where 9/11 didn't happen. He looked on edge, but wasn't hostile with me in any way, I think just wanted someone to talk to. And just like Berenstain he was thrilled to meet his Berenstein self. I felt the same way, and he...I looked, I mean, he looked very interesting wearing a dark suit. I never looked into a mirror dressed like that, but then again that's not really me at all.
Anyway, same as Berenstain, we were at Santurce and had some beers. He was pretty open about what was happening in his reality. He explained pretty much everything. It was all history, because he knew what's the first thing people would ask him. 'So hey, what's it like living in a world where that horrible tragedy didn't happen? It must be pretty great, we've must've made a lot of progress in terms of race and social differences...'
'Well, it is not!' - he immediately answers. 'Every time, I look, at a history book in the alternate worlds, all I see is a paradox.'
'What do you read about in your history books then?'
'We did not have a September the 11th, because, we also did not have a Battle for Britain.'
'The fn<k? How's that related to this?'
'He took a deep breath, stepped back, and focused on resources.'
'...so the Nazis won WW2 in the Bronson Reality?'
'We chose not to call it that. It was just...The Advance. I've been to your internet. I read about the Migrant Crisis and fascism being on the rise again in your pathetic modern Europe...' - he started shaking his head slowly looking straight at me. 'That is absolutely nothing but a circus when compared to the rise of fascism during those days.' - he fixes his throat, looks around, feeling like he might be making a scene. Once he got his composure back he kept talking. 'It wasn't a World War, Berenstein, it's just something that came up. The Germans always made good on anything they would promise EXCEPT winning a war. So they went to the Middle East, to talk. They talked to Egypt, they talked to Iran, they talked to Iraq. They talked to every single country, tribe, and clan the British Empire and the Saudi Kingdom pushed around. And they made good on their promise of delivering them the heads of the Saudi royals.' - his eyes widened again, but quickly snaps out of it and minds his drink before he continued. 'Your Al Qaeda, it's new. Not ours, we've had them for a while. And they are not a terrorist group, they are the SS of the Middle East...'"
[to be continued]

(PS the last one I wrote on Mandela Day.)