Last night I dreamed I got into a time machine. It was made of tubes and gears, colored lights and a velvet chair. I traveled back in time and found myself as the proprietress of a saloon in Weed, California. I did a little singing and dancing, too, because a broad always needs some money to take care of herself.
|A sugar daddy called J. C. Penney bought the shirt for Sally.|
My name was Sally Parkle, but the locals called me Red. I organized the local chapter of suffragettes and was on the town council. I had keys for the town hall, the school, the jail, the hotel, and the preacher's house.
I decided to open my saloon in the mornings and serve real good coffee along with croissants and brioches. In the summer we served the miners and cowboys on the patio - that way their smoke and body odor didn't interfere with other customers' enjoyment of their java.
|Sally saved for months to buy the skirt made by a stranger called Avatar.|
I kept my hair short, my gun oiled, and my customers happy. On Mondays I had all my showgirls hang around outside the door so my place was easily visible to any newcomers in town. On Wednesdays I had a shoe shine guy sitting by the door. He'd rake in some dough and pay me a commission for letting him sit there.
|Sally bought her shoes second-hand from a traveling salesman named Kenneth Cole. She couldn't decide which ribbon she liked best, so she used one of each.|
Pretty soon the cowboys on the patio took up smoking different kinds of things besides tobacco, and that's why the town was called Weed.
|Sally liked to sit in her grandma's chair and breathe the smoke from the wacky backy the cowboys smoked.|
I woke up and the dream vanished.
|Sally's favorite coffee cup|
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Sally, I mean Val