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J u l e s A s n e r
Did I mention this was in a dream? This was in a dream.
Anyway, we went to a big 70's-style car (May have been an El Dorado) and I became their tagalong pal.
Steve, with his puffed-up blonde hair, thin-rimmed glasses, and oatmeal cable-knit sweater and blue jeans, was the driver. Jules, with her shoulder-length dark hair, pale skin, and short black dress, took the front passenger seat. I sat in the back.
Steve came back--empty-handed, I think. We left and went to another home-improvement store, in a crowded shopping center. We all got out of the car this time. There was an ugly brown/gray/maroon, rusted-out, sunk-to-the-ground car next to us. A seedy-looking guy got out of that car. He was skinny, with heavy stubble, half-closed eyes, just two yellow teeth (spread apart), and his skin looked oily and shiny. He was wearing pants barely hanging off his hips and an opened button shirt over a soiled white t-shirt. Steve and Jules said hello to the guy and he said hello right back. The guy had something in his car that Jules was interested in seeing (I'm not sure what). The guy said he'd show her when he got back. He went into the store. I guess Steve went in too. I don't know where he disappeared to.
Jules and I were left alone in the parking lot, amongst all the cars. We talked a little and then Jules said she wanted to go take a look in that guy's car. So we went over.
Next thing I knew I had her propped against Steve's ugly car--against one of the tires. I had wrapped a dark blanket (or jacket) over her shoulders. I hugged her and gave her a kiss on her forehead. She was half out of it. Perhaps in shock. I pulled back and when I looked at her again she had turned into...Katie Holmes. She blinked, half-smiled at me, and I felt love(d).
-- W i l l
Copyright © August 2001 W i l l
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