My Alien Tried to Kill Me

My left brain habitually lied to maintain stability. It deluded me through distortion, repression, and denial. However, my right brain, my Devil's Advocate, knew a fat fool when he saw him. When a long motor cycle ride in the mountains lulled the left brain, my Devil's Advocate reclaimed his job, and saved me from my alien.I discover the meaning of anosognosia, not knowing one is sick, impaired, or alien-inhabited. Five rules about living emerge, designed to re-wire the brain.