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You're learning to spend some time alone. It's going well enough. You're finding that your thoughts can be good company, especially since you're always thinking about what it would be like to have two girlfriends, and the ability to teleport.
Tonight you went to the diner. For a coffee and a view of the street. You've been there for around forty minutes with a vision of falling off of the Empire State Building, but teleporting to the Denny's across the street right before the moment of impact, as your two smokin' hot girlfriends hop up and down and cheer you on.
Yes, it's a pretty regular 'ol Saturday night for you.
In your mind your drinking some powerade and giving an interview to a reporter when you shake the fantasy away to notice the mailman with a mailbag slung over his shoulder stopping in front of the diner to check the address. The mailman looks at the postcard in his hand
You look at your watch and see it's 8:53 PM.
Tonight you went to the diner. For a coffee and a view of the street. You've been there for around forty minutes with a vision of falling off of the Empire State Building, but teleporting to the Denny's across the street right before the moment of impact, as your two smokin' hot girlfriends hop up and down and cheer you on.
Yes, it's a pretty regular 'ol Saturday night for you.
In your mind your drinking some powerade and giving an interview to a reporter when you shake the fantasy away to notice the mailman with a mailbag slung over his shoulder stopping in front of the diner to check the address. The mailman looks at the postcard in his hand
You look at your watch and see it's 8:53 PM.
"That guy woke up late today," you think. The mailman enters the diner and speaks with the cashier.
You drift back to the Starbucks where you and your two girlsfriends, Julie and Lorraine are trying to coordinate your plans for the evening. Julie wants to see the new Twilight at 8, and Lorraine just wants to make sure the movie lets out early enough for you to meet her and her visiting parents for a drink at the hotel where her parents are staying.
You drift back to the Starbucks where you and your two girlsfriends, Julie and Lorraine are trying to coordinate your plans for the evening. Julie wants to see the new Twilight at 8, and Lorraine just wants to make sure the movie lets out early enough for you to meet her and her visiting parents for a drink at the hotel where her parents are staying.
Then you notice the waiter is standing by your table and not refilling your coffee. You look up to see the waiter with a postcard in his hand.
"Are you Jimmy...uh..." the waiter checks the postcard. "Jimmy...Abbot?"
You are. "How'd you know?"
The waiter drops the postcard on the table. You pick it up and read.
Jimmy Abbot
c/o Zingo's Diner
Third Booth By The Window
333 Buck Owens Blvd
Bakersfield, CA
Boy, get down! Head to the tabletop! Now!
You throw your nose to the table and wait for the gunshot. You turn your eyes up just in time to see a straw wrapper shoot past and float down onto the empty seat of adjacent booth. If you had not gotten that postcard, the straw wrapper would've slammed directly into the back of your head.
You sit back up and look behind you to find a little boy with a crewcut, the naked straw to his lips aimed straight at you. The boy's mother takes the straw from his mouth and motions for him to finish his hamburger. You go back to the postcard and read the rest.
Hope this helped kid.
Sincerely,
Tom Cruise
You check the postmark. It says "Hollywood."
"Are you Jimmy...uh..." the waiter checks the postcard. "Jimmy...Abbot?"
You are. "How'd you know?"
The waiter drops the postcard on the table. You pick it up and read.
Jimmy Abbot
c/o Zingo's Diner
Third Booth By The Window
333 Buck Owens Blvd
Bakersfield, CA
Boy, get down! Head to the tabletop! Now!
You throw your nose to the table and wait for the gunshot. You turn your eyes up just in time to see a straw wrapper shoot past and float down onto the empty seat of adjacent booth. If you had not gotten that postcard, the straw wrapper would've slammed directly into the back of your head.
You sit back up and look behind you to find a little boy with a crewcut, the naked straw to his lips aimed straight at you. The boy's mother takes the straw from his mouth and motions for him to finish his hamburger. You go back to the postcard and read the rest.
Hope this helped kid.
Sincerely,
Tom Cruise
You check the postmark. It says "Hollywood."
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