"Hey do you recognize me?" he said to the people leaving the cafe. "I'm Michael J. Fox. Would you please buy me a cup of coffee?" He was very kind about the ordeal, though it seemed that his health wouldn't allow much more excitement. A few people passed by him, and finally an obvious tourist (and longtime fan) purchased him a drink. I remember rolling my eyes, smiling, and pushing my way out the door.
The dream ended then. This morning I woke up angry, confused, and regretful. I love Michael J. Fox. Why the heck didnt I buy him some coffee?? Oh to dream...
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1 comment:
I think you should write a letter to him in apology.
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