An Ode to Mr LonelyA Story by walkingdollhouseA real story written in the form of fiction. The very beginning of a story.“I wanna know your deepest darkest vice,” he said, in a drunken slur with the eyes of a madman. “I’ll tell you mine… my worst vice is pride, second is gluttony. Whats yours?” She looked away from his piercing eyes nervously: “I don’t know, that’s a pretty intense question. You shouldn’t ask me these questions Albert.” Albert was her mother’s friend. Her mother and him went on a date once. He came back to the house after and anxiously went through an entire pack of cigarettes, proceeding to squeeze the 3 cans of beer he drank. They were so crushed after he drank them you could have used them as coasters. After the date, Jasmine remembers her mother saying "next time he'll crush me!" That was the last time they saw him, until that night ofcourse. The whole scene was just like it was presented in the movies. It was dark and lit with a blue light that gave it that trashy edge. There wasn’t one person in the bar you would want to associate with beyond that very moment. They were all either drug dealers, traffickers or prostitutes. And of course “the lonely white male.” He serves as the basis of this whole operation. That keeps this whole thing moving. Albert fits precisely into this category. There was something deeply tragic about him as he sat there drunk and probably high at 4 in the morning on a Tuesday. Talking about his “vices” in this very guilt ridden Christian way. His perversion both fascinated and repulsed Jasmine simultaneously. She thought about possible childhood traumas that could have lead him to this stage. Maybe he was touched up by a priest? Sexually molested by his father? Perhaps his father was an alcoholic who beat him and then proceeded to molestation? “Why do I keep returning to molestation?!” She shook her head, in an attempt to rid herself of silly thoughts. Ironically, the exploiter of the “lonely white male,” and of global inequality, eg. the Trafficker (let’s just call him that for the rest of this story), seemed more trustworthy and kinder than Albert. © 2015 walkingdollhouseAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 8, 2015 Last Updated on June 12, 2015 Tags: prostitution, trafficking, fiction/memoir AuthorwalkingdollhouseAmsterdam/LondonAboutCurrent MA student in American Studies. A Londoner residing in Amsterdam. Interested in writing, popular culture, comedy, film and literature. Feedback and criticism appreciated! more..Writing
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