We embraced as the blood red sunset loomed large in the horizon, wind sweeping up trash in it's cool sweeping motions. Somewhere down the block, a middle-aged house wife cooked up roast beef on an old, greasy frying pan in her poorly lit kitchen while she listened to Roy Orbison's "In Dreams" with mild interest. Twenty years ago she had been beautiful, promising and popular in high school, but life had taken it's toll and she was now a battered, dry husk of a human, withered by too many pregnancies and a heroin addiction back in the 80s.
A tired-eyed bus driver manuvered his load of screaming children around a bend in the road as he restrained an urge to kill the little bastards as they screamed and hollered like nobody's business. His chances at a pro-football career had been shattered five years ago when he had gotten hammered at a party and had woken up with a severly damaged anus. He wasn't sure if knew or wanted to know what exactly happened to him, but the doctors told him he would never be able to run in a orderly fashion again.
And as ruined McDonalds cheeseburger wrappers, faded Pokemon cards, and a coupon for K-mart blow all around as, our lips meet. Here, among the refuse of society, our love came together. She wasn't one of those tanned, bleached-blond haired girls from TV, she was so much different. I had been around the world by train, plane and automobile but I had never met a girl quite like her before. She was beautiful and there wasn't a single person on this floating dustball that could match up to her. She was too good for this planet and not of this earth.
We escaped to her place, where I told her I loved her and she responded by revealing green, scaly skin, rows of sharp fangs, massive talons and swallowing me whole. It was then I discovered that she might possibly be an alien.