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Mrs. Reynolds, Johnny Handsome, and Psalm 33:10 Location: 4 hours ago, getting caught in the rain Mood: depressed Music: Now up and at em it's on, I was raised to be strong  Me: Hello, you don't remember me, but I was in your French class in seventh grade. My name's Logan... Ran into her last year grabbing a bite to eat near the rents. She was in a shop trying to get an old pair of glasses fixed. Pulled out this beat up purse and dug through for $20 to pay the guy. She was laid off years ago. No one wanted to learn French anymore. The only reason I did was causea pretty girlie named Yvey in her class. But I digress. She didn't have $20 and they didn't take Amex, which is all I had. So she put her glasses, held together with tape, back on her face. ---------- Me: I did terribly in French. You told me after the year was over that I was just one of those people that would never be good at languages. Her: Did I? I'm sorry, that was mean. Me: (laughing) Don't be. Because of what you said, I taught myself three languages. One I still sorta remember. (gently) Y'made me try to be better than I was. You were a good teacher. And you were nice to me - not many people were back then. Her: (quietly) Thank you. I wish they'd let me teach again. ----------Had an awful day today and thought of the above cause here's what I was thinking that day: I used to have coin. And now I didn't even have a lousy 20 bucks to help out this little old lady. My birthday's coming up. Never woulda imagined I'd be where I am at 35. Want so bad to be better than I was. Maybe it's not in the cards. Me: It's me. That gig still open? Him: Logan? Nah, man. But someone always needs a favour, yeah? So...y'back? Me: Yeah. Don't worry. Not gonna whine. Just lemme say that it sucks when you realize that the saying's totally true: Men plan; God laughs. And the Devil? He's always waits. YASYCTAI: Watch Johnny Handsome. Cause sometimes, they'll never let you any better than you are. (90 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, disappointed, story  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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