The Conversations are Grueling

We meet, once, sometimes twice a week, in an out-of-the way coffee house. You never can tell who might be listening....
And we catch up; there are plans afoot to change the world.
He catches me up on the news, the politics of the election, the latest conspiracies and herbal remedies.
There are the doubts about 911, "It was an inside job" he tells me and he taps his nose. We're being strung along by the banks and corporations while they ready things for the new world order. The new world government. He outlines their plan, it's sinister, reduce the world population, bunkers are being stockpiled in Montana, they'll starve the poor and non-christian, preparing the way for the righteous, the wealthy, to inherit the earth...It's only a matter of time...
Unless the saucer people get here first. They'll change things, he's just not sure if it will be for the better or not...
They were supposed to be here last week. He changes the subject.
"Did you watch TV last night?...." a lead in to another topic, he knows I don't have a TV, it doesn't matter, he'll fill me in.
We meet for coffee, once or twice a week, catch up, it's only an hour.
The conversations are gruelling.