Fictitious Brewster

I put down my 7th cigarette, left my apartment and headed downtown,
Swerving and cutting off the laggards in the left lane,
My Mini-Cooper rocketing underneath me…

It was one of those sultry days of summer when anything can happen.
And happen it did.
Once parked, I walked into the coffee shop and I saw her standing there…
her sharp cut hair was audaciously out of alignment,
her heels on the throat of my friend John,
what the heck,
and there was Mayor Armapple by her side smiling wistfully…

then I woke up, faintly refreshed unready for the day.

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