I lay here strung out on who knows what as I let this man take advantage of me for cash. I need this cash for my next fix and a place to stay for the night. I'm a local to the area but I haven't always lived here. I stare at the man and he slaps me across the face. " You like that bitch?" A couple minutes goes by and the man finishes up. He stands up and cleans himself off and he turns to leave. I say " Hey baby, what about the money". He turns around and drops three crumpled up 20 dollar bills on the ground.

  I stand up and back away from the ally staring at the women as she picks up her money. I think to myself, she is perfect. I couldn't have gotten any more lucky.

  She straightens out her mini skirt and turns around towards my direction. I'm just out of sight now after turning the corner. I pull out my self phone and pretend to make a call. She walks past me not even giving me a second glance, like I don't exist, like I was the one getting dicked down in an alley for just a couple bucks.

  It's 2 am and I have been following this whore for about an hour. I make sure to stay far enough back that she never gets suspicious. I'm just an average guy nothing dangerous about me. I can't wait to get her out of here this is a bad part of town just take a look around. Street lights are out and anybody could be following you. Luckily you have me and I have you, even though you will never know me and can never know me. I'm your guardian angel, your god your everything and you just don't k own it yet.

  She turns to walk up to a house with a front porch light on. She knocks a couple of times in a pattern and a man opens the door.

  "Ana, you look like she as usual. What do you want?"

  Aw so your name is Ana. I bet you have daddy issues Ana. I wonder what Ana is short for or how she got her life so fucked up.

  " I'll suck your dick for an ounce .

  " you think I want what you got bitch? Hell nah. It's cash for you."

  "I have 40".

  Ana I know your not better then this now but you will be. You have no idea what sort of things I'm going to do for you. How much better off your life will be because I saw you and you will never even know ot was me. You will thank God but you will really be thanking me.

  " that won't get you a hell of alot. But hold on".

  He leaves to go back inside as Ana begins to twitch and pace back and fourth. If I didn't know how much of a crack head you were this would almost be cute. He comes out just a few moments later and grabs the money out of your hand and drops something on the ground. He turns around and closes the door. Doesn't say anything else.

  She quickly drops to all fours amd grabs the small container. She stops and takes a breath and looks to just about cry. Oh, what is this? Self worth? But no, she stands up and starts walking down the side walk. Which isn't good for me, she can't see me twice, that becomes a coincidence and we can't have that. I turn into an ally and duck down behind the garbage can until she walks by.

  Standing up I check my surroundings, a good stalker is always prepared and paranoid. Mostly paranoid. I walk out of the ally and turn to the guys house to size up the place. I would like more then nothing else to go eliminate this as an option for her to get her drugs but it would only cast suspicion on her.

  I turn her direction and continue stalking my prospect. I do need to find where she is staying so I can pick up the chase tomorrow. It's getting late and I have to work in the morning. Stalking doesn't pay the bills.

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  I follow her for another 20 minutes or so when she comes to an apartment building. On the corner of Hixon in appt 147.

  Wow Ana, you have really let yourself fail at life. I can see, the world can see. You fuck any dude just to score a little cash for your drugs, and this is what you live in? Oh I couldn't have picked somebody better, everything about her screams please help me. And don't worry Ana I will.

  She walks through the front door and I to the building. I can hear a couple in 148 arguing and screaming at each other at the top of their lungs. That's pleasant. But we both know your not going to be sleeping. Your going to go in there and finish what that man in the alley started for you. Because let's be honest here, that's the only thing in your life that your really in charge of.

  I turn and head for my vehicle parked a couple blocks away. Got a big day tomorrow. More recon and yo understand who you really are. I need to see it through your eyes.

  The next morning I get up at 7am to get ready for work. Each morning my day is methodically planned out. Wake up, 0700, shower, 0702, shave, 0706, dress, 0708, breakfast, 0714, brush my teeth, 0736.

  I flip on the police scanner and listen to it like it's an audible. It's therapeutic to me, I do it religiously it helps me in a number of ways and let's me know what people are looking out for. It helps me cloak just a little bit better each day. How to hide in plain sight. I've learned more from the police scanner then I did in school. Thanks the united states education system.

  20 minutes later I I get in my car and start driving to the dealership. Not the ideal job but saleing cars keeps me on my toes. Who do you know is more manipulative then are cars salesman? Not to many people can claim that one. A car salesman is just one step away from being a serial killer.

  When I get to work George is there to greet me. As per the usual he greets me.

  Don't say it, don't say it.

  " another day another dollar huh?"

  One day I'm going to cut out your tongue and make you choke on it while you watch yourself through a mirror. I'll video tape it so I can send to your mother.

  " that's the idea, these toyotas arnt going to sale themselves".

  " I hear that, want to go get some brooskies after work"

  No and who the fuck calls beers brooskies?

  " sure, where you thinking?"

  Gota keep up the cloak.

  " Marthas?"

  " sure" I respond.

  "Who ever sales the first car wins and the looser buys the drinks."

  " let's do it"

  George is a light wait. I can out sale him anyday of the week. People like me, I'm honest. Well what they think is me being honest. I'll let him win and buy the first round. He likes fruity drinks so he gets a fishbowl. He will be black out before 11pm which will leave me with an alibi.

  I head to my desk and run my hand across it as I walk around to the other side. Everything is still perfectly in order. Pencil, pen, tape dispenser and stapler in the top right corner of my desk evenly spaced. Lap top just dead center with my mouse just to the right of my key board. Things are looking good. I see the first customer come in out of the corner of my eye and I make a show of standing up and moving towards them but pretend to forget something at my desk to let George get there first.

  About 2 hours later the Henson family is a brand new owner of Toyota Camry. George looks over at me smug as can be.

  "Guess who's buying the shots tonight?"

  I smile back at him.

  "Good job on that sale. I thought you lost him when he brought up he was more a chevy guy"

  "So did I, but I worked my charm, the misses is going to be happy with me".

  "Your not married though."

  " I might be after tonigh". Wink wink

  Holy shit. The shit I put up for you Ana.

  I see somebody walk into the dealership and is eyeing the used corolla outside.

  " you take this one, I got the last one"

  " thanks, I appreciate it."

  Like I need your permission to do anything. I'm not your fucking lapdog.

  I put on my best fake smile and approach the man. I make eye contact to let him know I've seen him. Leading with confidence is always a sure way to make someone like you, or buy a car from you.

  On my way to him I try to take in everything I can. He's got on regular blue jeans with the white leather, dad shoes on, he also has a tan on his forearms and a wedding ring on.

  For a normal person this doesn't mean much and I need one more peice to the puzzle to be sure.

  "How's it going?" I put my hand out in greetings.

  As soon as the man grabs my hand I have everything I need. He's a dad, married, prefers comfort over fashion, works in the sun and with his hands. Prefers reliability for the right price.

  30 minutes later I had Mr. Goldberg at my desk filling out paper work. So as long as his credit check goes well we are set.