In my dreams, I'm sitting in a diner in Arizona. The air is dry and dusty. I'm wearing a black leather outfit, and it's draped in dust. It's obvious that I am a desperado. I don't take shit from anybody. In my sleeve is a pistol. I'm looking for trouble. Two men with five o'clock shadow walk into the diner and take a seat. I glance back from the bar. They look like they're up to no good. I look the "way to sexy to be a waitress" waitress in the eye, and tell her ,"Gimme a glass of orange juice". She looks me in the eye and says ,"We're all out of orange juice. We have grapefruit juice".
I glance at the two men in the back of the diner. One of them has his hand in his coat pocket. I know it's about to go down. I tell the waitress ,"Grapefruit juice will be fine." The dry desert air, and the smell of cigar smoke combine to burn my throat just a little. My voice is raspier than normal.
She brings me the juice. I drink it down. "That'll be $2.50", she says. I notice her name tag had faded over the years. "I give her $3.00. Keep the change", I tell her. The two men are looking at me. They have been the whole while. I wipe the juice from my mouth with my sleeve. I walk towards the two men. Then I walk past them. I glance back. One of the men still has his hand in his pocket. I slide the pistol out of my sleeve and into my hand. I walk out the front door. The men stand up and follow.
Then, we get on a school bus.
