When Dr. Marcus abused me in his office and later when Susan tried to turn me into a normal person, I waited for the day that the Gold Lady would come to the hospital because I’ve been waiting for her for so long. I couldn’t wait for her much longer so I ran away from the hospital and I’ve been here all morning in front of Horton Plaza, waiting for the Gold Lady.
A crowd is outside of the NBC building waiting for her, roped away from the red carpet she will walk on to get into the building.
A gold limousine parks in front of Macy’s, and the Gold Lady steps out, wearing a gold Dolce and Gabbana trench coat and matching Prada high heels along with a Fendi purse, also gold. She walks up to the obelisk in front of the Lyceum and poses for pictures that will be in a magazine. She is then followed by two very big men in black suits and sunglasses as she strides down to the red carpet. She can kick some serious ass and really doesn’t need bodyguards, but a famous woman needs bodyguards like a pair of diamond earrings from Tiffany’s.
I push my way to through the crowd, jump over a velvet rope on the carpet, and run towards the Gold Lady, calling out her name. Suddenly, she’s no longer gold, but black, and her halo’s gone. Her bodyguards almost grab me, but the Gold Lady says, “It’s OK, he’s just a fan.”
She walks up to me, kisses me on the cheek, and whispers into my ear, “Let me go and I will want you.”
Tags: drawing, Horton Plaza, San Diego, the Gold Lady
