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I’m a Romantic-Comedy!

So I just woke up from a dream. I rarely dream, so when I dream it’s like “Yes! Dream Yeaaaaah!”. Me dreaming is about as exciting as winning $5 on a lotto ticket; You’re super-excited even thought it’s not a lot. Anyway, here it is:

I was a celebrity figure. Let me correct that, I was an unhappy celebrity figure. Normally dressed fancy, rode in a limo, owns a big house etc. But as much money as I had, it really wasn’t what I was looking for. One day, decided to go off on my own to chill as normal people do. I dawned my blue hat and puffy blue vest from a dusty trunk in the back of my closet, some reflective shades and a pair of jeans. So I grabbed a cab and told him to take me where the action wasn’t and my life really was. Strangely enough, he took me the town which I grew up (not my real town I grew up in, my celebrity self. However, there were similarities). When I offered him some cash he refused it with a smile and told me he’d catch me next time around. When I got out I glanced at the license plate it said “1C1-14NC3″; One Chance. It was odd since it wasn’t in any sort of license plate format, and stuck in my mind.

First thing I decided to do is go for a walk to find somewhere to stay for the night. I ended up deciding on a room at a Bed N Breakfast, threw my bag in there and continued walking down King St (the main street of the town). So I walked King for an hour, window shopping all the mama & papa shops along the way. Though closed since it was a Sunday, the day of rest, it was comforting seeing these stores still existed somewhere and weren’t put out of business or bought out by larger companies. As I continued I decided that I would head to an old high school buddy’s place. Last I had heard he still lived with his parents and their 92 pink flamingo lawn ornaments. So I’d head there, wasn’t too far. So I cut off King and started to head down Victoria.

As I walk down Victoria I pass some of the larger stores: Wal-Mart, The Gap, IKEA. For a Sunday, the parking lots were packed. Guess corporate machines don’t need to rest. Getting a sick feeling thinking about how I’m part of the machine, I stick my hands in my pocket and I start walking faster.

Near the end of Victoria I can start to see my old friend’s house a few blocks away, the flamingos giving off what seems to be a radioactive pink glow in the late Sunday afternoon sun. It was then that she grabbed me. This woman was about 5′7″, a little shorter then myself, had blue eyes and straight brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans, white t-shirt and a long brown coat. At first sight, I was completely shocked by not only this woman’s sudden and unexpected actions but her amazing beauty.

“There you are” she exclaimed, “I’ve been waiting here for twenty minutes now. Let me guess, no money for a cab? Figures you wouldn’t even bother to call me. Now hurry up, if we don’t get in soon we won’t get good seats.” She grabbed my hand and started walking across the parking lot towards the cinema like a track star, nearly pulling my arm from my socket.
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