:: Life when I'm asleep ::

:: Wednesday, July 09, 2003 ::

it felt like the great depression. I was walking around downtown biddeford with three children. a boy around four, another boy around 12, and a beautiful girl with one leg. I called her my three legged girl, presumably because she used to crawl like a three legged cat. we were broke, and hungry. A guy came up to me and asked me if I would help him score some money. I agreed. I left the children in the park and went with the guy. he was Mekhi Phifer. He started out talking how I could help him, but then turned it into how he was helping me, and how I was so deep in, and how I couldn't get out. What we were doing was wrong. We strong armed out way into a building, and he told me to go through a door and shoot the gun up in the air. I refused, and he got angry. threatened to turn me in, threatened all kinds of things, but some how I got away from him. I went back to the park to find the kids. There was a big procession. I found the young boy right away. I picked him up. I saw the older boy across the street. I called and waved to him, but he was angry with me for leaving and he turned and kept walking. I worked my way over to him and appologised and everything was ok again. I looked to see what the processional was all about, and my three legged girl had found a husband. they were both very very young, but he also only had one leg. But he was also the son of one of the very well off families, so we were thrilled for her. She was dressed to the nines in a whilte silk gown with lots of lace. they finally got to the bridge, where they stopped and had their first dance. they danced wonderfully.

:: posted by the sleeping one 3:45 AM [+] ::
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