On May 12, 2015, at 3:02 PM, Andrik Perrone

On May 12, 2015, at 3:02 PM, Andrik Perrone was starching and ironing his shirts to prep for a new job. Then he started to think that it had been 3:02 for quite some time. He went

out on his porch & saw the world had indeed come to a stop. Try as he might, Andrik couldn't make out the sun moving. Meantime, the fire started by his untended iron moved along at

rapid speeds, demolishing everything in it's path.It was no wonder that they had warned him against this.By the time it was over, there would be no survivors, and Andrick

's life flashed before him.His dad had told Andrick to man up & mom to be a good boy,his mentor to be a sacred reed & his girlfriend to think about dead puppies.But as the behemoth

sidled up to him at the other end of the galactic bar he knew all of these memories were worthless, that here was his destiny. "Did you do the job?" the behemoth growled, before

fading into oblivion. The "Memories", an interstellar interpretive dance group, started performing their new number, "Andromeda Falling". The galactic bartender asked him what he

Wanted for his libation. I said I wanted a Bloody Mary, my friend requested a Meanie Martini. The galactic bartender said, "Yes, sir!" What superb customer service he provided.

He handed us our drinks with a smile. "Cheers!" I said, clicking drinks with my friend. "Drop the glasses." The bartender said suddenly. We swivelled around to see him holding a

uncurl slowly, a single flimsy scrap of paper crumpled amongst bits of diamond. I reverently unravel the paper, and read the faded script: Never forget. May 12, 2015, at 3:01 pm.