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Friday, April 26, 2013

Thought it was a nightmare

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Today.

* Woke up at 2:00 in the morning with my heart pounding out of my chest.

Two girls and I were being chased by a seriously deranged man who wanted to kill us. One of the girls was someone I went to high school with, but aside from the fact we're on Facebook together, have nothing to do with each other. Recently she posted something about having to go to the doctor.

The other girl was someone I knew for a couple years after high school, but have not seen since. She was the kind of person who, by all appearances, was level headed and rock solid on the outside, but when you really knew her, you found out what a total flake she was on the inside. (Like most of us, I guess.)

So, we’re driving through this old neighborhood, on narrow streets, trying to escape the killer, and the flakey one says we have stop at this little restaurant. The front door was set back from the sidewalk, with tall glass windows framed in mahogany on the sides. Nothing like anything in Springfield.

Standing inside, I was so happy to see they served sugar pie. Still standing, we each got a slice of sugar pie on a small plate. Still standing, I took one bite and said this is the most amazing sugar pie I’ve ever had. Thank you for bringing us here.

But then I was back in the car and the two girls were no longer with me. The mad man had found me. Or I had found him, because he was now ahead of me, and on foot. I am driving the car. I notice that the lower half of his right leg is actually the broke off rusty exhaust pipe from an old 442. I consider yelling that he needs to put a muffler on that thing, when he turns around, looks right at me, and points a gun at me.

And then I woke up. Heart pounding. And hungry.

Later, I decided to go back and post my concern and best wishes on the high school girl's Facebook page. But then I saw she had posted one of those anti-welfare, anti-immigration, anti-liberal graphic screeds. So, I decided to just keep quiet and silently send her my concern and best wishes.

As far as I can remember, I've never had sugar pie in my life. But I did read about sugar cream pie this week -- something I would very much like to partake of.

I didn't see any amputees or 442s this week, but I did see a 1968 Ford Ltd., with the muffler hanging by a coat hanger.

* Run through the jungle.

Posted by Marie at April 26, 2013 10:46 PM