candy stripper on the run

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I HAD A BAD DREAM. one that consisted of me dragging my body to a house where my project was taking place. there was tenny, joanne and some other girl (probably jenny). i was so tired, my legs were aching and i was literally trying to walk with my knees. i got there in a few hours' time, where the girls were waiting.

i wonder why they didn't help me, perhaps they didn't want to pity me. oh well, when the grandpa opened the door for me, he didn't lock it and when i was about to lock it; an indian guy stood and looked at me and the door. i thought he was going to say this is the wrong door or no one's supposed to live here. i was like "GO AWAY" then he was like "fine, today's thanksgiving and i dont need YOUR money."

after hearing that, of course i was guilty. he said "one dollar's fine". first i dug around and felt a 50 cent coin, then i dug for another one. i think there was two 50 cent coins and one 1 dollar coin in my pocket but i wasn't sure if he was from a trustworthy organization. cause he was talking to a boy and another indian man with a turban joined him. ...

afraid that the grandpa was not supposed to live here, i explored the place. there was a lady's portrait and her kids' room. supposedly a family's house. so i went to ask him where were all this people? they left. why? cause i'm suffering from cancer DAMNIT, final stages! that's when i started weeping, sniffing so hard. when i woke up, i realized i was tearing and sniffing so hard i thought i needed a hug.

posted by LOU @ 2:35 PM