when the __________ invade (98-99)

I'll be ready. Well probably not. Most of my life I have lived with irrational fears.
If you are feeling really open minded and I like you ask me about Los Trasgos someday.
Back to irrational fears. When I was eighteen years old I refused to drive anywhere without several days worth of canned food and two changes of clothes. I carried toilet paper in the glove box along with extra forks. I wore combat boots with every outfit. But the nightmares started anyway. All ready with my canned goods to last out the Apocalypse but alas NO CAN OPENER!!!!! I accepted my fate. I was destined to be eliminated for lack of proper planning.
From the ages of nineteen thru twenty I carried a can-opener key chain, just in case.