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[whitetwoguns]

[audio]

Okay. I got one for you.

[The man's squeezing in a little fun at work, not much hours to put in anyways.]

Alice was napping before the big New Year's shindig. What person don't do that, right if you're going until sunrise? Anyway, she woke up and she had to tell Frank, her boyfriend about this dream she had. "Baby, I dreamed you gave a diamond ring. What do you think it means?"

[Pause for inhaling and exhaling a puff of cigarette.]

You know? Laying it on real thick like just shy of spelling it out in neon lights. Frank was wise to this. So he just smiled, nodded and told her she'll figure it out by the end of the night. So. Midnight. Everyone's making noise. Fireworks go off. All that shit. Alice turned to Frank batting her eyelashes. Franky knew it was time so slipped Alice a small box. She opened it to find a pocketbook titled "The Meaning of Dreams."

Comments

voice |

[whitetwoguns]

Not long I reckon, since the summer.

voice |

[taravata.livejournal.com]

Not all of them.

Yeah? Where're you from?

voice | 1/2

[whitetwoguns]

True, true. But 'you're worth expensive things' isn't something a lot of women would say no to.

voice |

[whitetwoguns]

Los Angeles recently.

voice |

[taravata.livejournal.com]

Different times, maybe.

voice | 2/2

[taravata.livejournal.com]

And you been here ever since?

voice |

[whitetwoguns]

Yep. Curses and all that, the shit is real. Annoying, but real.

voice |

[taravata.livejournal.com]

Everybody's been tellin' me the same thing. Like a goddamn broken record.