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The Third Fictional Reporter reporting. . .

Upper Arlington -- More than two months after his latest post, I located The Fat Kid. Pimping mad journalistic/stalking skills that should at least land me a better name than The Third Fictional Reporter, I scouted him out unawares in the Upper Arlington neighborhood of Columbus. I mean, actually I was just visiting the drive-through liquor store, and he was walking out, but I’m saying, I noticed he was there, which ought to be worth a real name, at least.

The Fat Kid reporting. . .

Upper Arlington -- Two months after my abrupt departure from my Clintonville Chateau, I have resurfaced due to the not-so-subtle prompting of The Third Fictional Reporter. Though I had planned to stay underground for several months more, it is just as well because I have a wealth of information to share with the UFO community.

The Fat Kid reporting. . .

Upper Arlington -- Just a few days after I left Clintonville I began to explore the Upper Arlington area in search of employment. It took a lot of time and effort, but I prevailed and found minimum wage work, which is $2 an hour more than I got cleaning out mouse traps, so I was very pleased with my new situation.

The Fat Kid’s new place of business. Apparently he fits in there. I can’t believe it, either.

The Fat Kid reporting. . .

Upper Arlington -- After grappling unsuccessfully with the mystery of the Mexican Chateau, I turned my attention to the surrounding area to see whether it would yield any clues to this mystery. UFO researchers and Fortean writers like John A. Keel love to remind us that unexplained phenomena are frequently observed in or over bodies of water, dumps, stone circles, junk yards, and cemeteries, so the first thing I did was head to the cemetery across the highway. I was not disappointed.

The Fat Kid reporting. . .

Upper Arlington -- My exploration of the area immediately beyond the stone circle seemed at first to be slightly disappointing -- it is a bike path, which means lots of skinny people in tight shorts who see instantly that I don’t belong there. However, recalling the satellite image of this area, and the game trails it reveals, I decided to walk around just a little and see whether there was anything suspicious back there. Again, I was not disappointed.