DASH WON'T FIND TRUTH (NO ONE WILL)

Today is 1984. Late Fall, for months a white sky, occasional cold rain, a cold wind from all directions. Nothing to look forward to except Winter. There is no love in this world anymore, but Dash remembers love, I remember love. My name is Esther, I am 19. Dash is 17. He is my day and night and he has no idea how I feel. We are two homeless kids in Suburbia. I'm sure that in a hundred years our lives will seem strange, important, and futuristic but today I am only cold and hungry and I miss Dash. Through the mist at the corner of Robb and Lora I spy a white utility shed adorned with a bold, beautiful, black Circle-A. I say a prayer to nobody and wait. Neighbors watch from every window. My blouse is spray-painted bright orange, my Levi's are tight black, my motorcycle boots only heighten the mystery. After a minute of this fashion show, I spin around once and head three blocks over to Zig Zag. Church bells ring on and on so I sit on the sidewalk and the rain comes down colder and faster. Now I see Dash running toward me full speed across the playground. We embrace for a minute. We don't mind cold rain or cold walks. We start out on the endless lazy stroll into the city. Seems like it's a thousand miles away. Singing helps. I sing "Borderline" by Madonna first. Soon enough we luck out and get a ride from a punk rocker, leather jacket, spiky hair and all. He drops us off at a run down hotel. Dash and I share a room for a week. We don't even kiss the entire time! Too bad. Too sad. Later, Dash was elected President of the United States. We both found that fact hilarious.