Shaman King (yes, I resorted to calling her that since I
know way too many Ashley’s) dropped by Barnes & Nobles to meet me. We were
engaging in a little dealing of our own, not drugs mind you. I have more
dignity than that okay? A school dropout, Shaman needed a student’s name to buy
MTA monthly passes. Good thing those bus passes don’t carry records of buyers;
I wouldn’t want to be involved in whatever she’s up to. Prior to agreeing, I
spent 30 minutes listening to sob stories. One can only tell if there were genuine or
otherwise. But, I figured to give her a leg up and bought her September’s
all-you-can-ride-pass for $39 last week at the university. Trust me on this when I say I know what I’m
doing. Here, take a chill pill. Before you go gungho on saying she’s a
delinquent, I will tell you that she’s too broke to pay tuition fees. Haha^^
There, I believe in fate. And though we never stayed for
dinner, she took a load off my mind. Laughing so hard at Starbucks (her treat),
over a conversation about crazy friends and parted ways right after she cut our session short to mention “it’s getting dark, better start walking you.” Begone
assignments and reminders of protocol reviews!
A dollar richer,
Vonnie S.
Vonnie S.
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