LIVE FROM NEW YORK
Ava and I were walking through this quaint part of New York called Greenwich Village. She was in a forlorn mood because I said no to her when she wanted a journal from the Marc Jacob store. (Side Note- Possums, all the jigga did was take a book and put his name on it along with a hefty price tag. I saw a similar book like it before. It was at the dollar store!).
It was a dark and sparkly night, when Ava turned and asked me, “How much does it cost to go to the moon?”
“A lot,” I answered as I munched on one of my cupcakes from the Magnolia Bakery.
I waited in line for thirty minutes.
I bought six.
“Well, how much?” she asked.
“I think, like a million dollars or more. Why, you want to go to the moon for?” I asked as I headed towards the closest parking bench. We sat across a couple who started to caress each other’s hair.
“Because, I want to travel there,” she answered, as she looked up at the sky.
“Well, you can become an astronaut and go up there for free, but then you have to be careful of the rocket not blowing up when it goes into the next atmosphere and-”
“Planes, go up the same way and come down and they don’t blow up!” she said cutting me off.
Parking Bench Man started to kiss Parking Bench Woman.
“Yeah, but Ava, they don’t have to go that far up and then into a differe
nt atmosphere. So, you are definitely going to have to take classes. And then when you come back, you have to ease into the atmosphere slowly, or else you can blow up again. Remember those people who blew up when they were coming back down and then all their body parts where all over the place and in the ocean. And then if that happened there wouldn’t be an open casket and then we would probably just bury your leg and an arm, and then-”
“I just wanted to get into space! Why are you trying to burst my bubble!”
It got real quiet as I searched my head for the right words. I couldn’t help, but notice that Parking Bench Man’s hands were on Parking Bench Woman’s left breast and he was massaging it quickly.
“You know, Chica Bica, you can just look up in the sky and see the stars. A rocket trip doesn’t have to hold you back,” I said.
“True. You are right,” she answered.
Okay, now we are back on! And so was Parking Bench Woman who now somehow seemed to be dry humping Parking Bench Man’s knee!
I lost my train of thought.
Then I remembered, “Don’t forget you have to be good in Math and Sciences and you have to probably maintain a real high grade point average.”
“Forget that!”
It got quiet again.
Space came between us indeed!
And she didn’t even had to go anywhere.
Heartbroken, Lucresia Linton decided to turn to the internet. She believes that if God gives you lemons, then you must order your very rude child to make you a pitcher of lemonade and go find an audience elsewhere!
