One Fine Day 6

Yes, I definitely do feel it. I am being stalked. I don't like the feeling of being chased though. Isn't the male the one who is supposed to do the chasing? 

Here is my hotel room at the Mirage. Mirrors, mirrors everywhere. I hate mirrors.

I enter and who do I see?

-How did you find me?

-I have my ways father.

-You know, you could call me "dad."

-I don't know you well enough to call you dad.

-How'd you get in?

-I stole your room card while you were gambling.

-You've broken one of the 10 commandments.

Then she sat on the bed. She looked so lonely there. I tried to remember her name again. Nothing came up into my mind. She was a stranger in my eyes.

-Why'd you leave?

-I couldn't live the same life twice. 

I opened the fridge and took out some whiskey.

-Would you like some?

-I'm underage.

-Never stopped a single soul.

She took the glass and downed it.

-I guess I don't know you very well. Maybe we have some things in common.

-Both of our livers are going to hell.

-Speak for your self, darling. I am officially getting a new liver. I found a donor.

My daughter stared at me for a while as if she was trying to figure out my angle. Then she blurted,

-Mom spent all the money.

-She's quite amazing, isn't she. 10 million dollars I left her. I only took 3 large bottles of kim-chi and $10,000. All those obsequious fools kissing her butterfly ass. I know what it's like to be rich. She didn't. She would always host those parties in which intellectuals and artists would desperately try to say something clever. I was in a fog, drunk and a nuisance. She probably gave away money to causes, thinking she could make a difference. Who am I to judge? Who does not want to be upper-class? I was just as naive as she was at one point in my life. What am I trying to say?

-Dad, we need more money.

-I can't do that. I'm sure she can find a wealthy husband now. She's got a lot going for her.

-I need money.

-For what?

-I'm going to Rhode Island School of Design.

-Earn your own money.

-I just need enough to start off. My boyfriend and I are going to start off a new life together.

-Both of you can then earn money.

-Dad, I left home. Mom totally lost her mind. She had to stay in a mental hospital for a while.

-She's all you have.

-At first, I enjoyed all the attention. People were showering praise on me. I began to believe that I was actually perfect. I did not even realize it when I made mistakes on the piano. I was totally blind to my faults because no one ever said a bad thing about me. People, guests at our house were always talking about how the North Korea situation was being improved by missionaries and all that they ever needed was more and more money. Everybody needed more and more money in order to make the world a better place. Even at school, I was getting straight A's even when I did not deserve it. It was unreal.

-I could have told you all that and you still wouldn't have believed me.

-Dad, why does life have to be this way?

-What way? You've lived a total fantasy life.

-You don't care about me.

At this point. I just stopped talking. For some twisted reason, I thought about what sex was like between my wife and I. It was like I was trying to hit a home run in a baseball field. Meanwhile, my wife was waiting for the aria in an opera.

THE END