I went to a bar in Atlantic City, met a woman named Joanne, with silvery-white (dyed) hair, jeans, a red t-shirt, and sparkle-dust on her cheeks. She said, "Bye, Aaron." I said, "Bye, Joanne." I took an early morning flight to San Fran the next day and went to a bar with my brother there. I met the same woman, Joanne, there, in San Francisco. The next morning, my brother received a call that my step-father had a heart-attack in Tucson. We flew there as soon as we could. On the road, we picked up a hitch hiker, the same woman, Joanne, with the same appearance. She denied ever meeting me, again. I was creeped out and felt so strange that I vomited on the road side. We dropped her off at a bus stop at which time I was asleep from exhaustion. My brother told me that she said, "Bye, Aaron," before we drove off to the hospital where my step-dad was at. How could I meet her again? It's been two days since I left Tucson to come back to NJ. I'm thinking of visiting the bar in NJ again
2006-11-09
15:05:21
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