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(Dream) Love chase and the bad girl...

by Aaron Howard

I win a contest that takes me to deal with fashion in Paris.. how all the rage has fallen upon dressing containing open backs covered with white gossamer , like a masquerade of panties.. and how the rage extended to masks…
All type of shenanigans happen in Paris, meeting new people, meeting models and we get split up during the trip and he ends up taking the flight before me…

somehow got his hands on a diamond called Gods Eye… He had slipped it inside of my suitcase without me knowing.. I hadn’t herd from him until I arrive at Kennedy nation airport… As I arrive and walk out the gate, I’m paged to a courtesy phone.. I run to the help desk, and answer.. Its my friend Richard.. He sounds uneasy… I ask him what’s wrong.. he tells me he left his suitcase at the airport in a locker and he needs me to bring it to him.. I ask him where’s it at and how do I get the key… he says he left the key with the help desk and quickly hang up…
I get the key from a nice lady, who seems more fake than nice… but as is customer service I think to myself…
I approach the set of lockers, and see a beautiful woman, dressed in black… I stare at the locker for a second.. wondering what I’m getting myself into.. She speaks to me over my shoulder as I’m searching my pockets for the key.. She’s asking if I’ve seen a makeup bag… I look around on the ground quickly and can’t see it, and say Sorry I haven’t.. In my best Scottish accent possible.. I don’t know why I’m speaking in a Scottish accent, but I’m doing a good job of it.. I open the locker and it’s not a suitcase that I’d thought it’d be.. yet.. it’s a small makeup bag.. I turn to her, and she’s standing a few feet from me.. I say, is this it?
She knocks me out with one hit… my hand was in my pocket and when she hits me, as a reflex, I pull out the roll of money I had and it flies out in a pile falling like snow over my unconscious body…

I dream that she comes back, lifts me up and kisses me…

I awake and look at the camera and say… So this is how love begins…

Next thing you see me running down the terminal to the bus station..

You see a pan in from a bus ramp.. a large flat nosed school bus comes careening around the bus terminal corner… tapping another bus with great force as the rear end of the bus slides around the corner..
The bus corrects it’s path and comes to a screeching halt in front of the terminal.. I come running out of the bus… and into the terminal.. Only to emerge on a mountain bike a few seconds later.. and the chase begins…with me on a bike…and I wake up.

03/14/2004

Posted on 03/14/2004
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