posted on May, 14 2008 @ 12:07 AM
Alright, ATS. I know this sounds really familiar to the "Curious about black card" thread, one which myself and Schism helped to debunk as a hoax.
But something happened to me last night which I just can't ignore. I have absolutely no idea what to make of it.
Last night, I was supposed to meet an old friend of mine for coffee. His name is Michael Olson, and he's probably the best bass player in northern
CO. Six months ago, he was diagnosed with MS, and at the age of 39, he nearly can't walk. He needs either a cane or a walker to help him get
around. As a result, he is having to turn down students and gigs because of health and mobility issues. We were going to meet at 7:30 to discuss him
calling me in to take gigs and students from him at a cafe in Ft. Collins called the Sunflower, inside of a co-op farmer's market of the same name.
Earlier, I was at another coffee shop I frequent called the Alley Cat. It's basically a bohemian paradise, and anyone under the age of 25 almost
never goes in. At around five, I was hanging out at the counter when an older guy wearing business attire came in with a briefcase and notepad. He
looked at me and asked if my name was Charles. I said "No, sorry, my name's Alex. Are you here to interview someone?" to which he replied yes.
I make a few seconds of small talk with him about weather, and then he was on his merry way.
When I arrived at the Sunflower Cafe, it was closed, and the checkers in the market section did not see Michael enter or leave. (He's a pretty
distinctive guy, so I doubt they would have forgotten him within twenty minutes.) In the same complex of businesses was a Starbucks. I thought maybe
Mike went there upon finding out the Sunflower was closed. So I walk over to the Starbucks, and to my surprise and dismay, he's isn't there. But
guess who is? Business guy from the Alley Cat! (His name turned out to be Bob.)
He shouted my name and waved me over. He was now accompanied by another older guy who identified himself as Doug. This is the convo (to the absolute
best of my memory).
Bob: Alex! How's it going?
Me: Uhh... fine. Did you ever find Charles?
B: No, I didn't. It looks like you're searching for someone yourself.
Me: Yeah... (I explain who Michael is and why I'm meeting him)
B: Oh, so he's giving you gigs so you can make some money.
Me: Uhm... I suppose. (i don't look at playing gigs this way)
B: Well, we're in the business of helping people make money. Why don't you have a seat?
Me: Uhhhrr.... alright.
Me: So what is it you guys do?
B: Oh, uhh... we help people make money. Through the Internet.
Me: Oh, so you're like a marketing firm? Or advertising?
B: Well, we uhh...
Doug: We do a lot of different things.
B: With a lot of different people. Our network is very wide. Doug, who would be a good contact for Alex here?
B: Yes, Jeremy. He's a drummer. Good drummer. About your age, too, alex. In fact, he works over at the Guitar Center.
(I know everyone in the drum department at the GC in Ft. Collins, and there's no Jeremy. So I test him.)
Me: Oh, I might know him. What does he look like?
B: Oh, he's....
Doug: About your height...
B: Yeah. Um... long... ish... blonde hair...
Doug: Great drummer though. Good contact.
Et cetera. Basically, I prodded these guys for about a half an hour and got absolutely NO straight answers from them. I asked many specific
questions about what they did, and was met with the same ambiguous responses. They asked for email and phone, and I gave them a dummy account that I
use. (No phone number, of course). But they gave me a card (which I can scan in a heartbeat if needed).
and on back:
I don't know who these guys are, but they scared the pants off of me. Any thought