Imagine.

Last night we went to Gameworks, and when Dimitri and I walked past the bar area, he looked at me and said, "do you ever look at people and wonder what their story is?" Of freaking course! It's my favorite thing to do! I replied. "Yeah," he says in his thick French accent, "like that blond girl at the bar? With that guy? Is that her uncle, is that her father? Come one, something shady is going on there."

Ha ha. Oh Dimitri. I like to go waaaay deeper than that. Take for instance, this sidewalk note left on the block behind my apartment building yesterday.



What. WHAT could possess someone to leave this message? My mind is spinning.

I'm thinking a woman scorned. The boyfriend that lives in the two-family home next to the magnolia tree wants to leave her and he cheated on her with nobody special because he didn't have the guts to break up with her in the first place. So he was waiting for her to find out and freak out and dump him and instead she said "you made a mistake. we'll get through it." so he lost it said hey, i don't want to get through it.. cause um...it's not fair to you? so i'm going to go. even though this is my house we're sitting in, and American Gladiators is just about to start. i'm going to go. These are the sacrifices i make for ending our relationship. okay, bye.

so in the middle of night after crying on the phone to her best friend in nevada for hours, the girl decides she will make one last plea and try to salvage their true, true love. So she drives to a wal-mart in her pajama pants and flip flops, buys a bucket of side walk chalk, eye drops, and those listerine dissolving strips for fresh breath, and heads for the house on the corner of ormond street.

it's dark out. there's no place to park, so she parks at the grocery store and walks a block. she's still crying and realizes...oh...what am i writing? what am i saying here...i love you?...boring.

i need you...OBVO.

our love...our love...should i put his name? no, no, that's embarrassing if the neighbors see it...GAWD...oh my chalk! i dropped my chalk! now it's broken! i wonder if i can return it...if i can save...THAT'S IT! OUR LOVE IS SOMETHING WORTH SAVING! OUR LOVE IS SOMETHING WORTH SAVING!

oops...there's no room for "something," and i want this to look. you know, centrally alligned...if i can save this font allignment, i can save this relationship.

okay...okay...there...

She takes one long, misty-eyed painful gaze at the magnolia tree and remembers the good times and then takes flight with her bucket of broken sidewalk chalk, back to her 1994 sedan in the dimmly lit grocery store parking lot.

Gets in car. Drives away. And....scene.