I dunno. I feel like this was just a bit too self-indulgent, what with the ersatz political commentary and how both of the would-be countercultural losers turns out to actually be speshul snowflakes. I actually predicted the entire story just from the title, and that made me sad. I kept hoping that something new or interesting would happen, but it followed the formula like it was the only path to salvation, right down to the pointless and unnecessary horror/violence visited upon the terrible 'normal' person at the end.
(Oh, ha ha! He's going to get his brains eaten! But that's okay, because he reacted with mild skepticism to his pot-smoking coworker's insistence that aliens are real. Be nice to the twitchy little weirdos in your office, everyone, or else their alien friends might send mindworms to eat you!)
It feels like vengeance/vindication porn for the slightly odd loser. As a slightly odd loser myself, I feel very awkward reading someone else's version of those daydreams we all had while sitting alone in the lunchroom. That sort of thing should stay private, I feel.