Evolution

Sean Osatchoff

2020

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 Rain was falling on a city that rained. It was as pretty as a pink, and purple sunrise. The sun
was rising, while a Bald Eagle soared by a man running along the Sea Wall. There was prey in
its talons, only a few feet away from his head. Rich was amazed by this humbling act of nature.
The sky was purple, while it scaled the mountains. It was dawn and Rich appreciated the
solitude. It was amazing to run through mist that was evaporating from clouds that were rising
above the sky. His pace suddenly increased and then decreased as he witnessed a group of
Beavers. After reconsideration he concluded the animals to be Muskrats. Vancouver’s
biodiversity was overwhelming to the tourist and he proclaimed that it was the most beautiful
city in the world.
After returning to his hotel, he called his boss and explained how he was quitting his job to
move to Vancouver. His hotel was beside Stanley Park which is a gigantic forest beside two
beaches that attracted a throng of people in the summer. He was young and thought it would be
suiting to find a girlfriend. He had investments which he would be able to live off of for the rest
of his life. He was set and no one could bother him about who he was or what he was doing. It
was afternoon and it was time to check out the city.
“Free sushi."
A young woman was holding a sign outside of a Japanese restaurant exclaiming how there
was free sushi inside of the establishment. He continued to walk around until he reached the gay
district. It was neat to see the rainbow crosswalks, and pink bus stops. He found himself by
English Bay and a canteen offering food by Sunset Beach. This is when he placed his feet in the
Pacific Ocean, which was a good vantage point to see all of the fit people walking around.
The Burrard Inlet would be the first place he would swim in, an entrance to the Pacific
Ocean. He met a group of young people playing volleyball. An onlooker asked him if he wanted
to play a set. It was up to Rich to meet some friends.
“How are you liking the weather?”
The onlooker asked, glistening his white teeth.
“I’m new to the city."
“Me too, it’s a city of migrants. Is it not?”
“It sure is."
“My name is Ian."
“Pleasure to meet you Ian."
Rich went to shake Ian’s hand. Ian looked at Rich with brotherly love that they were about
to complete a complicated hug. Rich was invited to play in a game of beach volleyball, where he
spiked a volleyball out of bounds and the ball rolled towards a group of spectators. It landed in
the hands of a red-headed woman watching from a distance. The crowd of people on the beach
grew and nightfall approached.
“Hey, what’s up?
The woman decreed towards the volleyball star.
“You’re hot.”
Rich slurred his words at the red-headed woman who was looking from a distance, during
their volleyball game.
“Thanks, it’s was a hot afternoon. My name is Alex."
“That’s a gorgeous name and I expect you’re not burning up from the sun?”

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 “I may be. Would you put some sunscreen on my shoulders."
“I have a knack at doing this."
Rich exhaled smoke.
“That’s bad for your health."
“I know, what can you do? Do you want one?”
“Testing me out? I’m not shampoo."
“To smell you?”
“That’s the way, now let’s go drink."
“Do you like to gamble?”
“Like a deck of cards?”
“You know what those are about?”
Alex looked at Rich with inconclusiveness.
“They talk to you?”
“That’s how people cheat."
A glance was exchanged between the two. Silence came across and Alex was impressed.
Rich passed all of her tests and they opened a beer for each other from a friend’s cooler. They
were as happy as a movie star.
“Have you noticed you have been noticing my beauty?”
Rich was brought into the light that he had the tendency to look at people, as though they
were a mirror to himself. This was in relation to his instincts.
“Looking into the sun."
Rich was a well-spoken man, he wasn’t acting like himself. His admirer felt like he wasn’t
paying attention to her. It was as though he were staring into her soul, to steal it.
“Swell, I can tell, I fell to the bottom of a well and you are picking me up, now I don’t dwell,
forever in a spell."
“I’ll pick you up again."
“Am I pretty?”
“Why do women always ask men this question when they already know they are."
“Sometimes we don’t think we are."
Alex looked at Rich with a look of mistrust, as though he were lying to her. Alex looked at
him as though she wanted him to leave as though she knew he wasn’t going to stay for another
minute."
“I’m flying to New York."
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll see me in the sky, goodbye."
Dare to tell what is going on. What else is there to say except Rich was settling himself into
a new city. Instead of pouring the whiskey down the drain, he drank it in half an hour. He was
left in a state of uneasiness, as he was too tired to party. He called Matt.
This is when Matt was sent to corrupt Rich. The world would have a chance at rewriting
history through the eyes of others. A criminal organization thought it would be good to sabotage
Rich. He would be drunk and he would then impregnate a beautiful woman.
Rich did not believe that having intercourse without a condom would lead to a baby,
however, unpopular to what Rich believed to be true a lot of women are not on birth control.

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 He thought it would be fair to men to inform them of this before they have sex without a
condom on. We are empowered through sex. Men look at women as a prize, while women want
an attractive man to impregnate them to have a beautiful baby. This also means they look at men
as a prize. This takes away an element of what having sex is supposed to represent. There is no
love involved.
Matt wanted to show Rich a good time while he was visiting New York. It was a
coincidence that Matt knew his friend, Nikki. Rich was deliberate in who he chose to woo.
Without his looks, he would not be able to do this. Fear is one thing that is not left to the
observer, as everyone is prone to it. It is either in the eye of the believer, or miles away within
shades of your own backyard.
“Rich, what’s the name of that song."
This woman was hot. Rich was left parlaying with himself.
“I’m not certain."
Rich did not lose his mind, however, he was near the edge. One more drink and he would
make a mistake.
“Is that a weak pick up line? I thought you were going to call Matt? Can we get high
now?”
“I’ll call him."
“Don’t sound desperate. You’re stronger than him."
Rich’s friend was lying on his bed. Nikki wanted one thing or the other. It would be better
to have both. Rich was panicking, looking for his phone. It would be impossible to meet
someone at this time of the hour. Rich was going to score regardless. Nikki wanted to be
extenuated for this.
“Hey, Matt."
“What time is it?”
“3:15, in the morning.”
“Good, see you in 20."
Matt hung up the phone, apparently in a hurry. Nikki was left not knowing what was going
on. It was as simple as that. It was not up to her to know if Matt was awake, however, Rich
would be left without what he was expecting if it did not work out. Nikki’s goal was to
impregnate herself with Rich’s seed that night. In order to make this work out, his friend wished
to be high.
“It’s good, he’ll be here in 20 minutes."
“I can help you out if you want."
“Let’s have a drink."
“That’s what I meant, I’ll pour us a glass."
“What kind of liquor is it again."
“Whiskey."
Rich thought of his girlfriend back home. It would be sad to cheat on her. Nikki was
beautiful, and they were high. How could he deny the fact that he was about to make a mistake?
He was already thinking about doing it, he thought he might as well do it. When in this state it’s
difficult to back down from what your instinct is failing to tell you. His inhibition was down and
he realized it was going to be a sad day returning home.

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 Through genetics criminals were able to find out who was related to who. Scientists had
Nikki’s embryo, cryogenically frozen. It included an egg, and sperm. This gave rise to Rich
when he was born in an artificial womb. Nikki’s son fell into this dilemma because of a drug
debt. The criminals fell into this dilemma because of problems with the United States
government who were clearing their name with other countries. The United States government
fell into this problem with a foreign country who wanted to see what genetic modifications could
do to an incest baby. They wanted to research what newborns born through incest were
genetically prone to. They wanted to see if a healthy baby could be born through incest. This
would lead to an alliance between North America and Asia, as both continents have been
working on their relationship to ensure there would not be another war.
They wanted to forge an agreement leading to a peace treaty ensuring there would not be a
stop in globalization between these continents. To start this project they wanted to do research
on a particular topic to see if trust could be established between Vietnam and the United States.
This would slow resource exploitation and babies born through incest in the Vietnam war would
have less birth defects, as they aged. They chose Rich because he was a handsome man with no
birth defects. He was a baby born in an artificial womb.
Rich was overwhelmed by his friend’s natural beauty and sexual prowess. He did not know
that this woman was his Mother. If she revealed her identity, she would lose her life. It wasn’t
as easy as she thought to keep this from Matt.
It was early morning and Rich did not think Alex would forgive him for this. He debated if
he would tell her when he got home, he then debated if he wanted to stay in New York. Rich
wondered if he would have any luck staying with Nikki. He then realized this did not make
sense, as it was supposed to be a one night stand. It could be thought Nikki was after his money.
It appeared that she was affluent.
Rich was going to tell his friend he had to go. He did not know how to go about this, as she
was asleep. Rich wanted to ask her if she wanted to go for breakfast. He concluded it would be
best to wait for her to wake up, and they could say bye. Rich had a life back home and he
wanted to continue it with Alex. He would have to tell her that he cheated. Rich was lost and it
was only the prelude of what was to be.
It was a stressful flight for Rich. Being mid-winter it was warmer in Vancouver than it was
in New York. Rich’s girlfriend was meeting him at the airport. He was going to break the news
to her somewhere there. Rich then realized it would be better to wait until they got home.
They started a fire one morning in their apartment. Rich forgot to take the cutting board
from underneath a platter of food. This was stuck together with wet clothes, which also went
into the oven. This started a fire and the couple had to go door to door to let their neighbours
know. It was their responsibility, as the fire alarm in the building was not working. Rich and
Alex went outside to see the fire fighters. They thought they lost it all. Luckily, the fire was
extinguished and the two were not held responsible for the fire.
Rich realized if they already went through a tragedy like this, it would be easy for Alex to
forgive him. Rich was acting selfish. It would be disempowering for Alex to forgive him. It
would also be good of her to forgive him, as the two were a great couple. All of their friends
loved their company and this was Rich’s first mistake with Alex. He wanted to have a
relationship, however, it was up to Alex to determine what was going to happen.

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 “Hey Rich, how was New York?”
His heart slowed down and then sped up. Rich thought she had a suspicion of what
happened.
“It was good, did some sight-seeing. Drank a bit with an old friend."
“Matt? You know he wasn’t really a friend of yours. Did you get into any trouble with
him?” Rich thought it would be best to tell Alex, however, he thought it would be easier to keep
this lie from her.
“No, no trouble. We went around the city in a cab looking for a shoe store. It wasn’t that
much fun. I wish you would have been there instead. I missed you."
Alex knew her boyfriend was hiding a secret from her, she thought it would be best to see
what the future would hold for the two of them. It wasn’t up to her to act like a school teacher to
him anymore. If he wanted to explain what happened, it was up to him to do this.
“I missed you, that’s why I bought you this gift."
“What did you get me?”
“A picture frame with a picture of the two of us on the night we met. Do you remember?
On Vancouver Island?”
“Where do you want to put it?”
“Wherever you want."
Alex left the scene leaving Rich to question his own decisions, as she could clearly see he
was not doing well. It was his time with Matt that led Rich to go against what was expected of
him. To stay drug-free. Rich thought it was too late to give her an explanation. He would have
to hold on to this lie of his.
“Hey Alex, come back."
“Are you a hypocrite?
“No."
“I’ve heard you contradict yourself before, this makes you a hypocrite."
“You’re right.”
“It’s not always about whose being right.”
“You’re right, I apologize."
Rich understood he was making it worse. This led to great paranoia which was heightened
by his drug issue. If only he told her the truth from the start he would not be suffocating. It
would take a great deal of apologies to make this work out. The problem is Alex didn’t want
one.
“I don’t need your apologies. I want you to stop doing drugs. This isn’t fair to me." Rich
was nearing insanity. He did not know how to respond. Another lie would lead to the end of
their relationship.
“Maybe we should break up?”
“Is this your answer to why you did drugs again."
“A weak answer."
“We can sort this out another time."
A week passed and life was better for Rich. Both Alex and Rich were good at staying
present. It was springtime in Vancouver. Alex was a food nutritionist, she studied this in school.
Being a Sunday, it was time to run. Their neighbours were coming by for a quick meal.

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Following this they were going to go on a long run through the beaches of Jericho. The group of
runners planned to finish their run together and have a barbecue at Alex, and Rich’s place. They
were running for fun, statistics didn’t count.
“How do you feel Ian?”
“I’m exhausted Jillian. That is usually an easy run for us, isn’t it?”
“It was easy for me."
“That’s good, you have better form than me these days. You know I’m lagging from those
lagers last night. What do you want to buy for the barbecue?”
“Let’s get some burgers. That would be easy."
“Easy isn’t always better. We could make a salad."
“That’s good Ian, ruin another salad."
“I’ll make my famous taco salad."
“No one needs to eat that much salad dressing."
It was sunny and the warm weather was dehydrating for Rich. He was trying to forget about
the past, however, it was difficult to leave it behind. Paranoia lingered in his mind and he was
having a hard time dealing with life. Alex and Rich congratulated the other runners. There was
some resentment in the hearts of the couple. It was a sad week for Rich, hiding a great amount
of lies from his girlfriend. For whatever wasn’t said, Alex was trying to figure out what was
going on by not asking any questions. Alex wanted Rich to come clean to her, she knew he
wasn’t doing well. It wasn’t up to her to act like a parental figure, she wanted Rich to disconnect
from what was bothering him. Alex wasn’t about to stop everything she was doing and have a
change of heart. It was her goal to slowly break him down. Rich’s burden was heavy.
“Rich, can you start the barbecue?”
The sun shone onto Alex’s face.
It was difficult to turn the propane on, as he appeared to have issues thinking following his
vacation. He had trouble doing this and started cursing to himself. Ian watched, explaining how
to do it.
“All you do is open the barbecue lid, turn the propane on, turn on the barbecue and then light
a flame under the hole leading to the coals."
“Thanks. I can’t seem to focus these days."
“No worry, have a beer. It will settle your mind."
“Thanks. It’s been a week since New York and I’ve yet to drink."
Rich felt guilty and wanted to switch subjects to protect himself from having to protect
himself from a lie.
“How was New York."
Rich thought that he betrayed Alex, he was hoping no one picked up one this. He was now
under the trap of mind control and had to watch his thoughts. This could throw anyone into
psychosis. Ian wasn’t a catalyst to this, he wasn’t one to poke into someone’s thoughts.
“It was good. Went out for some drinks."
“Drinking is always good."
Simultaneously Jillian walked into the backyard with drinks.
“Here you go Rich, have a drink."
“Thanks, Jillian."

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 “It looks as though you are unhappy today?”
“I’m not doing the best. I wasn’t feeling too good during the run."
“Did it make you feel better?”
“It did, thanks."
Jillian was being overly kind to him when he was having intrusive thoughts about her that
made no sense to him. Rich thought people are kind to you when you are mean to them as a
form of redemption, or a way to bring you down even further in the long run. He had to clear his
conscience in order to stop this obsessive behaviour he was having while hanging out with his
friends.
Alex was busy running all week, while the rest of her friends acted otherwise. They seemed
to have lost focus in her eyes. It wasn’t up to Alex to tell her friends how to live. If they wanted
to party they would be able to run it off the following week. Alex was happy with Rich, she felt
safe lying in bed next to him. Someone else would have been sought much sooner if this were
not accurate. If Alex was still angry after her boyfriend sobered up, it would prove there was
another issue. Rich was lost in thought and was unable to control his mind from the horrible lie
he was hiding from Alex. Maintaining a healthy lifestyle helps a mind come back from trauma.
It would be better for Alex to find out sooner than later, however, Rich was not ready for this.
The longer he waited the worse it would be.
Rich thought of a cat. For some reason he couldn’t remember if a cat was related to a tiger,
or to a lion. He thought cats were related to tigers, he then thought they were related to lions.
This helped calm him down. Rich was suffering, looking for a way to calm down. Cats are
precious and Earth has to be protected. This is what was in Rich’s thoughts. We need to protect
our planet, as we protect and care for our cats. Rich was in deep contemplation of what was
important to him. He could tell Alex about his issue he was hiding, however, he wasn’t man
enough to do this. They were already in turmoil. Alex wasn’t doing well and Rich was
corrupting his life. Rich wanted to be alone, as did his girlfriend. If Alex found out, it would be
up to her to determine how long they would stay together.
No one can force someone into staying in a relationship. That would be adjacent to always
being busy with the paparazzi. If Rich tried to prolong what was destiny he would never know
what the future would hold. He had to tell his girlfriend what happened in New York to clean his
conscience and restore his karma. He was told bad breath comes from bad karma. He was
constantly brushing his teeth. Alex heard of this myth too.
Ian was questioning his friends’ running ethic. They were no longer meeting for track on
Wednesday nights and their coach was getting worried about what was going on. It was a month
since the debauchery in New York and it was showing on Rich’s gut. He was drinking too much
and not balancing it out with running. Running was his best therapy and once he got back to this
he would be able to heal his mind. His mind was racing and it was obvious he had to restore his
energy in life. This included waking up early in the morning, putting on his shoes, running,
eating well, reducing the amount of alcohol he was drinking, and sleeping. If he did this for a
month, the past month would bring him back to where he was before he cheated. At least
everyone in New York was leaving him alone. He was helping out society with a great research
experiment he was unaware he was involved in. It seemed as though it would be better to either
come clean or end their relationship.

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 Jillian came over to see her friend one afternoon, she was outside sunbathing. It was mid
June and the weather was steadily getting warmer. Once the warm weather arrives Canadians are
outside in their shorts and tee-shirts. Shovelling snow and chipping away at the ice to play
basketball.
“Hey Jillian."
“Hi, glad to see you cut the lawn."
“I hired a lawn keeper to take care of it for me. His name is Rich."
“That’s the way, keep your man busy. Where is he anyway?”
“He went running with Ian. You didn’t know?”
“No."
“What can you do? At least they are out getting a tan."
Alex had no idea what Rich was keeping from her. This is why it was time to tell her. Rich
walked past the stepping stones and onto the grass where they were laying in the sun.
“Where’s my boyfriend? Where did he run off to?”
“He went to buy food, he could be back home. You want to go check? I got to talk to
Alex."
“I’ll go check."
With this, Jillian left the couple to see what her boyfriend was doing. Alex planned a party
for the four of them plus a few other friends in the neighbourhood that evening.
“Hey babe, what’s the concern?”
“I can’t lie to you anymore."
“What’s on your mind?”
Alex looked away as though she were stuck in a moment of fear, she anticipated terrible
news.
“I cheated on you in New York."
“That sucks. The reason you’ve been drinking, and acting weird?” “You’re right."
“I planned a party for us tonight, what am I supposed to do now?” “I can explain more. If
you want me to leave you alone, I will."
It didn’t take Alex long to come to an answer. The party was canceled. To cheat on a
woman who was willing to do everything for Rich. It was obvious that Rich suffered without her
in his life, evident from the month his mind was absent. Rich was lifeless without a real
relationship. He couldn’t think. He felt guilty, which was a sign he had a conscience for doing
wrong. All of this was explained to his girlfriend. If only his words meant as much as a hug.
This is why he was left without one after explaining everything. This is why Alex said to leave
their home for a month and find somewhere else to stay.
How terrible Rich could have felt and how terrible he was incapable of feeling. Instead of
taking care of himself, like his girlfriend wanted he did the opposite. Rich liked to drink when
he felt awful. It was his only way of dealing with the repercussions of society, as everything
turns against you when you make a mistake. His karma was at an all time low, however, once he
reached a certain level of drunkenness he realized he could make up for his mistakes. Rich was
thinking of things to do for Alex, he then realized he wasn’t ready to write her a poem or be
sentimental with her. This would only lead her further away. He needed to have some loving
gesture for her if he were to see her in the coming days.

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 Rich was walking around Vancouver and noticed a woman selling flowers on the street.
“Hey, $10 for some flowers for your love."
“Here’s $15. Thanks."
The days were slowly turning into each other as Rich thought about where he should stay.
He wanted Alex to take him back. Rich was feeling blue and did not know what to do with his
life. He was looking to contact his coach, it wasn’t possible to get a hold of him. Rumours were
spreading about his life, which pushed him into further depression. It was tough to see what was
easy for some, however, Rich understood what lies were spreading. These were online, on a
website. It stated that Rich was unable to run in the race the following month, even though he
already paid to register. He was justifying who told his coach he would be unable to run, when
he wanted to run. If it wasn’t Alex it must have been Ian. He wanted to get closer to Alex in the
coming weeks, not distance himself further. He no longer knew what to do with his flowers and
put them in a vase of water in his hotel room which was getting expensive to afford.
Rich looked at his flowers, green and red. This was a mirror to his life, as there was hope
for his relationship with his girlfriend in Vancouver. He was uncertain whether his female friend
from New York would want to contact him. If she did, this would prove to be even more
problematic. Matt said how the two in New York would help clear his name with someone in
power. Rich hoped this wouldn’t bring trouble across the border to Vancouver. He believed it to
be with some hierarchy of power who were after Matt for his money.
“Hey Matt.”
“What’s up, man."
“How have you been? It’s been two months. How’s New York?”
“New York is fantastic, I’m running through Central Park. It’s raining and the sun is finding
its way through the clouds. Hopefully it’s sunny in a few hours.”
“It could rain here today.”
“Doesn’t it always rain in Vancouver? Last time I visited it was raining the whole time."
“It rains a lot in the winter."
“I see."
“What’s that lady been up to? Have you seen her around?”
“Who, Nikki?”
“How has she been? I know you get into a lot of trouble for what you do."
By this moment Matt knew he was about to be questioned on the phone.
“Bye."
Matt wasn’t hiding a surprise from Rich. It wasn’t meant to be said on the phone. Rich
could care less about Matt. He wanted to disconnect with his female friend from New York.
This would give him a chance at reconnecting with his girlfriend. He wanted to let Nikki know
to not contact him. He didn’t get the opportunity to say this and thought it would be best to leave
her alone forever. He was positive nothing would come about with her. They were two coasts
apart and her number wasn’t stored in the memory of his phone. Rich wanted to call Ian.
“How are you on this rainy, Vancouver morning?”
“I’m glorious."
“Remember what I said? My mom taught me how to be strong."
“I do."

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 That’s how I’m holding on."
“Jillian and Alex have been hanging out a lot. I think it will work out. I’ve been sending my
good vibes to the ladies about what’s been going on. It’s a bummer you dropped out of that
race."
“Someone took me off of the list. I didn’t drop out. I’ll have to sort it out. Have you seen
our coach around?”
“I have. I went on a run with him the other day. We found your trail above Third Beach."
“I’m trying to get the record. That guy has me beat by three seconds."
“Want to go on a run tomorrow?”
“Definitely."
“Call me whenever."
“Will do."
“See you."
Ian thought of a way to make it work out for everyone. Love could be brought back to the
estranged couple by going on different runs with alternate partners. It would be good for Jillian
to talk it through with Rich, as she knew what his girlfriend was going through. He had been
away for two months and the other couple thought they could rekindle their relationship through
conversation. Ian was going to go on a run with Alex to let her know how much her boyfriend
loved her and that he wanted to reconnect.
“Hey Rich, it’s Jillian."
“Jillian, what’s up?”
“Do you want to go on a run with me? I hear you’re getting out of shape. You know I’m
joking, you’re probably as fast as you were before."
“Not quite, I would like to run with you though."
“Let’s meet at the beach in thirty minutes."
“Magnificent."
They both hung up their phone. He realized no one had been calling him since he told Alex
about New York and it was getting to be depressing for him to live without friendly contact. His
thoughts were getting better, as he was no longer holding back a lie. Rich realized this is why it
is important to be honest when dealing with mind control.
“Hey Alex, it’s Ian. What is your time-line today?”
“Not much, looking at the garden.”
“That doesn’t sound like fun.”
“It’s not bad, time goes slow. Taking in the sunshine.”
“Me too, do you want to go running with me sometime today?”
Neither Rich or Alex knew each were destined to run with the other couple on this day.
“Let’s go soon. I have someone to meet."
“I’ll meet you by the stairs.”
“Are we going to climb them?”
“No, what kind of run do you want to do though?”
“A long one.”
“Perfect."
“Meet you there."

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 The relationship counselling happening in Vancouver to help two friends was going better
than expected. Neither Alex or Rich knew about the run in advance, while the other couple was
enthused with what they expected to be a healing time.
“How do you feel about your boyfriend? Or is that an ex now?”
“I don’t know, I don’t really care."
It was difficult for Ian to redeem a problem which didn’t appear to be wanted to be
redeemed.
“You don’t care. That’s sad. Rich has been telling me wonderful things about what he has
been doing to get better throughout the past two months."
“That’s fine. You see, the funny thing is. I don’t really care about Rich. I wanted him to
cheat on me when he went to New York in the first place."
This is what Alex really thought of Rich.
“I understand, it seems like you don’t want to get back with him.”
“I cheated on him in the first place. Who cares, it’s only a fraction of time. Are you going to
tell him about this?”
“No, I won’t."
“Thanks, I don’t want to hurt his feelings too much. He’s too weak for me, I want someone
who makes me nervous. In the right way. A strong man, not another runner. I don’t want my
man to be skinnier than me. Even though he got fat."
“Sounds like you want to find someone else."
“I want to be single. I don’t think I’ll ever meet the man of my dreams."
The two finished their run and Alex walked away without saying much of a bye. Alex knew
this would be redirected to her ex-boyfriend, a reason why she was acting rude. It was her point
to guarantee Rich did not think he had a chance at reviving their relationship.
It is possible she didn’t even cheat on him, she wanted to drive him mad to ensure he would
go crazy. Possibly for the last time.
Alex had a bad attitude towards Rich. It looked like Rich was not doing well, the point of
this run was to lift his spirits.
Jillian was good at making someone feel better and it was obvious that Rich deserved this.
“How are you Rich?”
“I need to gain control of my thoughts."
“I see, that’s not easy."
It was warm in Vancouver, however, it looked like the rain was about to come down.
“I can’t stop thinking about one thing."
“What, cheating?”
“You’re right."
“Don’t worry about it, people make mistakes. Do you even want to be back with her? I
think she’s mean."
“I don’t think she’ll take me back. I gave her distance, do you think that’s enough?”
“I don’t know what she wants, it’s hard to tell what she wants to do with her own life."
“I’ll leave her alone then."
“That seems like the best thing to do."
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No one seemed to have an answer for him. At least he was staying drug free. He was going to
focus on running to ease the tension. This was all he could do for the time being.
It was ideal for Rich to find a girlfriend when he moved to Vancouver, he now knew the
difficulties it took to be in a healthy relationship. His head was overheating over the fact that he
did not know whether or not his girlfriend cheated on him. Her desire to drive him overboard
was about to take effect and it was to coincidence that she could care less. This was not to say
all women would not care, his girlfriend merely wanted to get him out of his life.
He was getting out of the shower when his phone rang.
“Hello."
“Hi, Rich."
The voice was unnoticeable and it was apparent that the person was in a crisis of sorts.
“Who is this?”
“It’s Nikki."
“My girlfriend broke up with me. It appears as though she did."
“That’s not good. I’m not calling you for you to be in my life. I had to let you know."
“I don’t know."
Rich was left with a loss of words. He wanted to hear some other words from Nikki,
however, everything he wanted to hear as of late came out in the opposite.
“You don’t have to say anything. I’ll contact you another time. Try to repair your
relationship with your girlfriend. You don’t want to ruin that, trust me."
“I will try my best to keep her in my arms."
Rich continued to put his jeans on, thinking about Alex. It was time for some greater
understanding in what was happening with his girlfriend or what appeared to be not by now. It
was late summer and fall was soon approaching. Fall was a romantic time of the year for Rich,
as it is easy to fall into the warmth of a blanket beside a fire with a loved one. A camping trip
with tents filled with sleeping bags, and comfy pillows.
It was to no illusion that Rich was out of the loop, whether he was still dating his girlfriend
or not. He knew it would be wise to contact her, however, he didn’t know if this was appropriate
or not. Rich had dreams of the two of them lying in bed counting to a hundred to fall asleep. He
would wake up escaping what was going on in a fright, knowing his mistake made him a coward
in her eyes. Rich knew it would be impossible to stop his love for Alex even though she
appeared to have no love for him back.
Rich was unable to register in the upcoming race, as there was an error in the system
explaining he was already registered and then suddenly not. He was refunded his money and
knew this did not mean as much to him, as what running in the race would have. It was
motivating to have a city against his back to get back into running form. He laced up his
sneakers and ran towards the beach. Rich wanted to do a tempo through Stanley Park, a route he
was known for. He found this route by sheer luck one afternoon he was navigating himself
through the forest of lost turns, knowing if he kept left he would make it out to the city again.
Rich was running near as fast as he could, along a trail that was barren of roots and stones that
were easy to trip a runner, hiker, or walker. He was a runner and it felt amazing to feel the wind
against his back as he sped up his pace to what matched his ability to run in a race which would
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 Rich no longer listened to music when he ran. He was listening to the birds and insects
instead, asking where they go in the winter? Temperatures don’t drop too low in Vancouver
during the winter months, however, it can snow and get cold enough for one to need a basement
heater in a basement apartment that needed a better stove. The insects most likely burrowed into
trees, trees as big as skyscrapers. They were wide enough to fit a whole home into, like that
book he read when he was a kid. If Rich were to survive in the forest, he would have to find
shelter. He would be able to do this by cutting down trees. Rich knew it would be possible to
get lost in the forest, which is why the park rangers have a coveted job which is hard to deny
when they are giving out tickets for tourists smoking along the Sea Wall hindering the bikers and
runners going by without having an explanation for what they have done.
While Rich wondered what he had done, he had also wondered what his girlfriend had done.
It was up to him to clear the air between the two before the conflict grew into proportions which
he would not be able to understand. It was not as difficult for Rich to believe his mistake
anymore, as his mind had healed past the tensions it was suffering from in the past. He wasn’t
fighting his mind anymore for peace, as he had control of his thoughts questioning whether Alex
was able to say the same. It was a guessing game with her whether she cheated on him or not
and if her motives were to drive him mad it was not going to happen. He wanted to know why
she lied to him, he wanted to know why she was being honest with him although unable to break
up with him. It was futile to him now, he realized she was the one in power. This is why it is a
matriarchy in today’s society, as opposed to a patriarchy. Neither is better, Rich believed in
anarchy. A complete absolution of power or levels of power in either case in which one is able to
rise above with food, shelter, and clothing. This would leave our world without governments
rather, systems of leverage which would lead to a greater ability for all to live equally under the
control of no one.
It was time for Rich to shower again, eat a meal filled with beautiful ingredients that
nourished his body and possibly have a drink. It was up to Rich to determine this, as no one
should be able to control who drinks and who does not drink. Except for parents who are
intervening in their teenagers misdirected decisions to consume alcohol. This only leads to
problems and this is one thing that is often impossible to control. Rich was young, old, middle-
aged, even youthful in heart. Being thirty it was hard to let anyone intervene in what he willed
himself to do, or not to do. It was becoming problematic to not have a drink, and Rich didn’t.
Instead he walked down the block to see what kind of botanical, green, pink, purple, or orange
drink he could devour. This is what made Rich a better person and he was on the road to success
if anyone he knew wanted or did not want to know this. He was doing this for himself, which is
why he did not care about Alex anymore.
No one understands God. God could be your neighbour. Existence has not always existed,
only God has always existed. There was nothing before time began, except for continuous big
bangs. All that was, was black matter, which brought forth big bangs. Color was not possible,
only black matter existed. This is why the universe continued to collapse. God is black matter.
This is matter, the opposite of energy. It was impossible for energy to create further energy and
develop a universe. Matter is stuck, it does not move. When this happened it was of no question
there had to be one being to begin the being of all beings. God was black matter which is why
there were big bangs after big bangs after big bangs making God infuriated. Creation could not

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begin, as there was always a big bang to prevent it from evolving. God was in solitude trying to
come out of black matter, which is why he was negative and negative energy was the first thing
to exist after the last big bang occurred when God was freed. God became energy after the last
big bang when he was no longer matter. God was able to move for the first time.
This is what created negative thoughts in God, which created negative energy. God was left
alone in the universe, creating negative energy as there was positive to relate to, or understand.
God could only think negative thoughts. Positive thoughts came through, which created the
balance between good and evil. Good will solely be, when negativity is abolished. Positive
energy will overpower negative energy before another big bang has the chance to blow up the
universe again.
When this happens, our universe will be free from negative energy. Evil is being weaned out
and eventually there will be nothing left except positive energy which is why there is an afterlife
if one wants to believe there is an afterlife for everything positive which is continually balancing
itself from being put into a negative place. When God came from black matter he was filled with
negative thoughts, as he was alone. All things come from God, which equates that all things
come from black matter and the final big bang. God is black matter which is what began
everything. This is being weaned out if you believe in an afterlife of love, the thing which was
missing from God in the beginning. What will be missing from God when he reaches the
afterlife is black matter, as there will be no black matter left in his body.
Who cheats on who is a common question in relationships, it was up to Rich to find out
whether Alex was trying to persuade him into acting against his actions to clear her conscience
about an action she did. This is who cheated on who first. To sort things out for Rich, it would
be healing to find out why she could not admit to cheating on him in the first place. The mystery
of who was the first to cheat was proven to be Alex and it doesn’t make Rich’s cheating any
better, however, she could have come clean to him. Rich’s agony of losing his thoughts would
have been avoided. Rich did not want to look to be a stalker, however, he had to contact Alex
after having a revealing run with Ian. Ian explained how he heard from Jillian that Alex cheated
on Rich numerous times before he visited New York. Ian was baffled at this double standing.
Alex was evocating towards Rich. More importantly he wanted his friend to regain composure
of his mind. It was unfair for Rich to keep agonizing his mind and body over a woman who
didn’t even care about him.
Rich was living in a new apartment, while walking down the street he ran into his coach. He
hadn’t seen his coach in months and he was thankful to see him smiling from a distance.
“Hey Rich, long time no see.”
“Coach."
Rich was looking forward to meeting his coach who was an Olympian. There is a
characteristic which sets Olympians apart from the rest of society. They are humble, honest,
courageous, inspiring, and easy to talk to. Their followings are huge, however, they always have
time for their athletes. If there is any distance between each other there is always a reason. They
need to be able to maintain a vast amount of knowledge while spreading this knowledge to a
select number of people. They use social media to spread their message, as Rich is often a star
behind the messages included.
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 “It’s getting better. I succumbed to the bottle."
“Me too, my girlfriend is keeping me in focus."
“That’s good, mine is making me lose focus."
“How so?”
“Nothing in particular, it’s my fault in the end. Personal."
“Understood, how about we go on a run and figure out how to get you back to where you
were. You can always come to track on Wednesday nights, you know it’s free."
“What day is it today?”
“Monday."
Although it made Rich nervous to run with people he didn’t know, he was always the star
pupil. He would keep pace with his coach and run as fast as possible during a Fartlek session.
This always took away his nerves and he would leave feeling like a brand new man.
“I’ll be sure to be there."
“I’m going for a coffee if you want to join. I have some work-outs to design. You can come
along if you wish?”
“No worry, I have to get home to figure out my new living conditions."
“You moved?”
“I did, I’m no longer living in Kits."
“Too bad, we had some good times at your place."
“I know, it’s better for me now."
“Did you, and Alex break up?”
“I’m not positive, I’m going to find out now."
“Like that?”
“You gave me new found confidence."
“That’s what I like to hear."
“See you."
Rich ran away after giving his coach a quick hug. It was his intention to clear the air with
Alex, as four months of separation was way too long without communication.
Rich woke up quick, as he was a morning person. When he was a child he wished to never
be tired. It is known that some wishes come true. He would wake up, immediately brush his
teeth and make his coffee. This was a special time for Rich, as he loved his French Press. It was
a time of solace, as things were quiet and he was able to focus on what was important in his life.
Running was what was important and he was able to devote his entire life to this activity. On
days when he still had running thoughts he considered not running, as he had to be happy to do
it. If he were not happy, it wasn’t worth it for him to do it. When he rushed to get out the door
he knew he would have a bad run and bad runs could compile into other bad runs. This didn’t
suit his perspective in life on letting happiness create further happiness. If he were not happy, it
was difficult if not near impossible to know how to live.
Alex didn’t make Rich happy anymore, a reason he needed to find out what she wanted from
him. It was becoming too long of a split from each other without a complete break-up and the
uncertainty in Rich’s life was starting to become a burden. He wasn’t concerned whether she
found a new partner, as in his eyes they had already both cheated on each other. Rich wasn’t
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judgment that he wholly regretted. It would be difficult to meet up with her, he thought it would
be best to give her a call.
“Are you asking me out."
Rich barely had the opportunity to ready himself for Alex’s response, when the phone
picked-up before it finished its first ring.
“No, Alex. In my opinion, we never broke up."
“You cheated on me."
It was obvious to Rich that his girlfriend was going to begin one of her crying spells which
were always fake in the end.
“Don’t cry on me, I know you’re faking it."
“Fine, if you want to play it that way."
“Did you not cheat on me?”
“Who told you that?”
“Ian did."
“That idiot. He said he wouldn’t tell you. In all actuality I wanted him to tell you. If you
know what I’m thinking about?”
“No I don’t."
“Never mind then."
Alex was walking backwards on water wondering what to do with her wisdom on
relationships. Her Mother told her being mean was the way to end a romance when she was in
high school. The thing about these lovebirds is that they were not in high school anymore. Both
phones slammed into their respective receivers and Rich realized his mistake of hanging up on
his girlfriend without knowing that she was one to do this as well.
Rich was left infuriated with his life, he wanted an answer towards whether or not his
girlfriend wanted to break up with him. Either way he was going to use this as a driving factor in
his track workouts he was failing to attend. It wasn’t as though he needed extra motivation,
however, a lot of people find courage in the weakness of others. He was a person to act
fashionable to this, as he was the initial one to cheat.
It is worth consideration that Rich admitted defeat, that he was not victorious in what he
intended to do. His victory with mind control was coming to a loss, as he came to the epiphany
that Alex was the one leading the war. If he knew it was due to the fact that one person could
control someone else’s mind it would have left him feeling better about himself and he would not
have had this dilemma in the first place. He would have broken up with his girlfriend and came
to the understanding that life was better with honesty. Rich could have broken up with Alex,
which would have made his life better. Alex could have realized she was the one in power and
could have made it even worse for her boyfriend. It looked as though she did not want to do this.
Rich was on the verge of delusion and Alex was the one who was doing everything right for
herself and for what had happened to her. It was now known to Alex that Rich wasn’t worth
rescuing and their relationship wasn’t worth reuniting.
Rich was bewildered by what was taking place to the point that he wanted to know how
Nikki was doing in New York. He didn’t feel as though it were right to phone her. He wasn’t
after what Nikki offered him in the first place, it was disappointing how he was influenced by
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over his ability to think without being a positive resolution to what was happening to his friend’s
life. His friends were left to be left to be without anything to him and it was slowly turning out
to be a chaotic life for Rich. He was constantly thinking about what he shouldn’t be doing, while
everything which was blooming was no longer there to be seen. It was frustrating how a phone
call could end what was happening with his progress as a person when the person in context was
the one ridiculing his thought process. This wasn’t necessarily what was necessary, as the lady
in view was no longer expressing what to do with herself being blamed for what she was or
wasn’t doing to her boyfriend.
Everything was happening in opposing doors in New York, as opposed to Vancouver. Nikki
was excited by the fact that she could eventually contact her son about their child, as test results
were in and it is successful to have a healthy baby through incest. This took the four months of
tough love from the two lovebirds in Vancouver to conclude and the fetus was growing at a
tremendous rate inside of Nikki’s womb. In order to have a relationship with Rich after they had
intercourse Nikki had to prove to the scientists that she did not do any drugs while having
intercourse to ensure the baby was as healthy as a baby born in an artificial womb. These babies
are healthy, as they are not pre-exposed to toxins. This meant Nikki could not smoke, drink
alcohol, or consume any drugs while pregnant. At the same revelation, she could not eat fast
food or subject her body to any type of unhealthy lifestyle. To get the criminal organizations off
of the back of everyone, she had to appear to do drugs while having intercourse with Rich. This
was a front to make sure they would leave her alone, as she was subjected to torture before this
resulting from misdirected relationships with a hierarchy of power that was in reign of the two
people in the control.
Rich had to be chosen as he was the healthiest person on file, while his Mother had to have
her life saved. The Vietnam government wanted to choose her, as she was a good person and
they wanted her back in Vietnam to further research on the baby, and the Mother. Rich was now
able to come along, as the front to get the criminal organization off of their backs was successful,
and over. This front was that Nikki would do drugs while having intercourse with Rich when in
reality she did not do any drugs. Rich did and it seemed as though Nikki did as well, although
she was so good at hiding it that no one had another idea other than what they wanted to believe.
Rich could have been on drugs, as this would not have hurt the fetus. The fetus is growing inside
of the female, meaning the fetus would not be healthy from the start if there were any drugs in
the blood of Nikki.
Vancouver was cold, it was now winter. Six months had passed since Nikki and Rich met in
New York and Rich was still unaware that Nikki was his Mother. If Nikki informed her son of
this from the start it would have led to the death of both. This is how secretive their alliance had
to be, as Nikki was in turmoil with numerous drug lords and criminal organizations across the
United States that she didn’t want to put her son’s life at risk for anything he was not responsible
for. New York shared similar weather to Vancouver. It was easy to wear a coat with a hat and
gloves without fearing for frostbite, as in the prairies. Ponds were frozen, however, it did not dip
below zero too often. The plan to flee the continent to Asia was on the go and hundreds of
people were helping Nikki. Vietnam was proud of Nikki and Rich, as many prisoners of war
during the war in Vietnam were subjected to torture.
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the world and they are the subjects of the research as well, as it is of mainstream perception that
babies born through incest have birth defects. The study would begin once the baby was born.
The idea that dating someone was meant for everyone was not proven realistic to Rich.
Relationships brought about baggage’s of doubt that were difficult if not unrealistic to end.
People stay together as a couple to ensure the safety of their identities without acknowledgment
to friends or family members of the mistakes that have been made since the start of their
partnership. This is the condition brought about by an endless amount of acquaintances who
became friends who became couples who became romantic partners who became husband and
wife. If it were not for this levelling of friendship based off of no friendship it would be possible
to meet someone of the opposite sex without thinking it had to end in a marriage. This is the
disappointing reality of what constitutes our life in our tiny universe among. If it were different,
we would not be placed into these systems of control which hinder our reality of perception
throughout existence and time.
“Hey coach?”
It was encouraging to see his coach saluting him by the entrance to the track.
“Hey Rich, ready to shake off those legs?”
“You bet, I’ve been resting all day for this."
“That’s the way, I’m going to be running with you today. Let’s see what we can do."
“What’s the track work-out look like?”
Rich quickly huddled up with his coach by a board filled with different colors magic
markers. He explained how it was going to be a 3,2,1, work-out. Nothing too grueling, it
consisted of 3 laps, 2 laps and 1lap with a 200 meter jog in between each lap. This is what
constituted a Fartlek work-out and the work-out consisted of running and jogging 3600 meters.
That’s over 2 miles of sprinting on a track, leaving the runner feeling great afterwards. A surge
of adrenaline takes over the body and the runner is left in a state of euphoria.
“If you have any questions, ask Rich. He’s new to the group."
The runners laughed at each other, as they knew Rich wasn’t new to the group. He was a
seasoned veteran and it wouldn’t take long for his form to take stride and leave all of the second
guessers second guessing themselves. Rich had no clue as to why he was tousled off the roster
for the race that was long past. He didn’t care, he was tousled to tie his shoes and get on the
track to join the group of runners for a warm-up which consisted of specific drills designed to
target different muscle groups used for running. After this the runners joined different groups
based off of ability and started the work-out. Rich was being paced by his coach in the first
group and it was fun for him to run with his friend, and mentor once again. They made small
talk while on the track discussing various novels they have been reading and what new
recommendations they had for each other. The track was orange and had a spring to it that left
the runner with a greater chance at sprinting ahead of the other runner at the end of a lap.
What Rich wanted to do and what he was going to do was exactly what he was going to do.
He was going to ask Alex if she wanted to go on a run with him, with the intention that he was
trying to repair their relationship. Alex was living in the same apartment in Kitsilano, beside
Jillian and Ian. This is where a hoard of other friends also lived, being a place of many
memories. He walked by, sweaty in his palms nervous as to what the outcome would be. Rich
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 With the knock on a door, the future was waiting for Rich. Alex wasn’t very inviting to the
stranger at her door. Her foot was keeping the door open, leaving it ajar letting the morning sun
shine onto her foot.
“What do you want, Rich?”
“I heard you cheated on me?”
“I did."
“That’s all you have to say?”
“I don’t really care, I was staying with you to drive you into lunacy. I’ve cheated on you
before you cheated on me and I’ve cheated on you after you cheated on me."
“What is the point of this then?”
“No point, I wanted you to enter delirium. With the amount you’ve been drinking I thought
it would be easy to do."
“Now you can walk over me?”
“Are you crazy?”
“Are you?”
“Are you throwing a tantrum?”
“No, my heart is beating extremely fast."
“Are you in love with me?”
“I was."
“Not anymore?”
“What are you trying to accomplish?”
“I want you to be gone from my life."
“Then I will be."
It was Rich’s desire to run home with jovial thoughts towards a resurrected relationship,
however, his heart was broken in half over the news he heard on a sombre, sunny, morning.
Before he returned home he heard his phone ring from the pocket of his running coat.
“Rich?”
The woman sounded enthused to talk to Rich, her voice was soft and up-lifting.
“That’s me."
Rich sounded as though he was holding back tears, or was close to crying.
“It’s Nikki, remember me?”
Six months ago he would have been feeling bad about talking to her, now he felt great.
“I do, it’s a welcome to hear your voice."
“Why is that?”
“I found out I have been cheated on by my girlfriend. Ex now."
“That’s too bad, why not fly to New York”
“I could."
“There’s countless flights leaving all of the time."
“Let me think about it tonight, can I call you in the morning?”
“You can, bye."
It was as though Rich could see Nikki smiling at him over the wires of his phone.
“Bye."
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were finally blossoming. He was no longer worried about a woman controlling his thoughts in
detail, strutting around trying to further break down her test specimen. Alex wanted to control
her specimen without any awareness of this by Rich. Rich was hopeful for a promising time
with another woman he had yet to know. Nikki was Rich’s Mother and she had to let him know
this, even if it broke his heart that they had intercourse. They hadn’t made love, it was for
different purposes for different people. Rich wasn’t waiting to see her to get with her, he wanted
to see how she was doing. That was the human thing to do. New York was three hours ahead of
Vancouver. It was morning in Vancouver, Rich wanted to call Nikki.
“Nikki."
“Hi, Nikki."
Nikki blushed at the fact that her son had a romantic idea behind who they were.
“Hi, Rich. Glad to see you chose to call me back."
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. And, how are you this afternoon?”
“I’m well, thanks. Doing some laundry."
“It’s cloudy again."
“I see, it’s not here."
“Do you still want me to visit you?”
“You could."
Nikki was having second thoughts, she thought it would be better to stay distant and tell him
about the money he was making once the baby was born.
“How about you fly here?”
Nikki thought about her belly and immediately denied what he was asking, as her secret
would be out.
“I can’t. I’m too busy with work."
Rich thought about this for a few seconds. He had visions of Matt in his head and was
discouraged by this mental imagery.
“That’s okay, I got into too much trouble last time I visited."
“Well, I have some work to do. Stay in touch."
“Bye, Nikki,”
“See you, Rich."
It was easy to say Rich was feeling better than ever. He was no longer hurt by Alex and his
mind was no longer suffering. Clarity existed in Rich’s thoughts and it was possible to escape
into what he most enjoyed like reading, and running. People in mainstream society
underestimate the value of running and how good it is to get exercise. Running is the foundation
of all sports, without this it would be difficult to play football. It would be of no fun for anyone
to play in this sport, as with other sports that require the simple act of running. The freedom felt
by putting one foot ahead of the other is what fun constitutes for most runners. Therapy known
to come about from this sport proves how healing it is of the mind.
Rich was no longer hiding a lie and he wondered how Alex was capable of holding one in
without any remorse. It appeared as though she had no conscience for her actions which made it
easier to forget about her, as she was not the person for him in the first place. In the end it was
easy to forget about her, as she was not what he thought of her. Before the end it was not worth
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breeze for her to act on him in a more malicious way in the future which could possibly lead to
the end of his life. It was obvious she could not be trusted and this left his mind at peace. He
knew he was also in the wrong, however, the separation between the two is that he actually felt
bad about what he did. What he did was a degree of what she did, if all accounts were accurate.
It was time to move on, although he had to analyze this in his mind to fully heal himself
from six months of torture which was becoming to begin to be a reality he did not want to live in
anymore. He thought of Nikki and how selfless she was during his time in New York. Rich
wanted to see her again, however, it appeared as though she wasn’t ready to see her and he knew
to take it slow. He thought it would be best to take it slow, who knew what she wanted from
him. All he knew is that he didn’t want to see Matt again.
Rich thought it would be best for him to leave Vancouver for a while, he had to separate
himself from everything that was reminding him of how horrible he was being treated by Alex.
He had enough of running and thought it would be better to see a woman who was capable of
treating him for who he was. If only she would take him in for a while, it would be a flight
worth taking. It would be wise to leave it alone for a while, he didn’t want to bombard Nikki
with the expectation that he would be wanted to be taken in. He wasn’t homeless, however, he
felt it was important to get away from his home in case he acted out of character towards some of
his friends in Vancouver. New York was always good to him and he felt like he should move
there in the end.
It was fall in Vancouver and the leaves were falling off of some trees, while some trees
remained green. Moss was prevalent on rocks by the Sea Wall, on trees in Stanley Park, and on
the sidewalk growing through the cracks on the ground. Geese were everywhere to be seen,
tamed down by years of being domesticated. Rich showed respect by having two Geese placed
on his back by a lovely tattooist on Canada Day to celebrate one of Canada’s greatest animals.
This represents migration which is what makes the world work through what was once thought
to be bound. It is hard to distinguish between Geese residue and moss leaving shoes dirtied with
what is thought to be a plant versus animal’s droppings. Rich was keen on avoiding both while
running through the parks and Sea Wall’s of downtown Vancouver which extended into
Kitsilano.
He went on a walk to the grocery to buy a snack, as he was restless and had nothing to do.
While exiting the grocery with a bag of snacks he made eye contact with a pretty woman who
was around his age.
“How do you do?”
“Well”
“I see. It looks like you need a hand with your groceries? No?”
“I’m fine."
“My fault."
It proved that Rich had no ability to flirt, after his break up with Alex.
“Who are you?”
“A passer-by looking for your number."
“You could, why would I do that though?”
“To get to know a person waiting for the sky to fall down."
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 “Why do you want the sky to fall down?”
“It’s been raining for too long. Fall is too long in Vancouver."
“Are you new to the city?”
“No, I’ve lived here since last summer. I wish it would be sunny though. I need to work on
my tan."
More laughter came from inside of the woman’s heart. It looked as though Rich was on his
way to her soul.
“I’m not new to the city either."
“It’s a city to be traveled through, are you traveling through or merely new?”
Rich and his crush set their bags down and continued to exchange numbers.
“Are you from Seoul?”
“I’m not, although I’m Korean. I was born in Vancouver."
“What’s your ethnicity? You look European?”
“How did you know? My heritage is Portugese."
“That’s cool, I’ve been there before. The island beside Spain?”
“You’re right, on the West side of Spain. We migrated there from Northern Africa in the
11th Century."
“You know your history. Does that make you African?”
“It does, I lost my tan."
“I see. Is that why you wanted to work on your tan today?”
“No, I’m waiting for the summer to have more time on the beach in the sun”
“You like to go to the beach?”
“I do, I find it relaxing to lay in the sun."
“The sun heals you, I meditate to the sun."
“I heard a lot of people do that."
“Like me."
“You know it. Now let’s get out of here and have a rainy barbecue?” “No, I have some
plans."
Rich thought he was wasting his time and the woman gave him a fake number.
“That’s fun, I’ll take off then."
“Give me a call, you’re an interesting person."
“Will do, bye."
The woman from Seoul took the soul from Rich and gave it back to the handsome man. He
was no longer nervous, as he finally asked a woman for her phone number properly. It was all he
needed to forget about Alex. It’s a shame she was using Rich as another stat. This was meant as
a means for women to control men and treat them as another statistic they could use to make
women feel better about being disempowered in the past. In reality men are becoming
disempowered by this. What else can be said, except Rich was a fine example of how this
strategy to manipulate man was one that is not fair to humanity and needs to come to a stop.
Rich was unaware of this and only time would be able to show whether or not he was becoming
another target of hate.
Rich was in the mood of molding a new life for himself which is a reason why he was now
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he knew he was going to have a better life without the crew from Kitsilano evading his lifestyle.
If Ian would have told Rich that Alex was cheating on him long before he went to New York, it is
likely he wouldn’t have cheated on her in the first place. He was nearing the edge of his ability
to hold on and this was belittling to him for what was to be possible in the next phase of his life.
This was going to be a prosperous time and his previous battle could not haunt him. If Alex
thought that her ability to staticize Rich would break him down, it grew him into a stronger
person. His pride was meant to be flushed down the drain, however, his strength is what brought
him up to levels of wisdom only a person who has suffered could relate to.
Although appearing to be the hero in the story, it cannot be discounted that Rich made an
error while in New York. He also resolved a lot of issues that were sprouting in relation to what
prisoners of war were juxtaposed into doing. It wasn’t only fear which set the stage for actions
of incest in the American or Vietnam war which ended in the 1970s. Adults were forced to have
intercourse with their children while being held hostage in these war camps. This was a form of
torture which was directed towards the Vietnamese living in a country that was invaded by
American military factions.
In order to cease problems between the two countries who were at war it was necessary to
find out whether it was possible to have incest that did not lead to birth defects. Post Traumatic
Stress Disorder was at a high rate among the elders who were born from incest and their pineal
glands were enlarged due to the horror they faced. This could be one reason as to why they were
unable to live as normal citizens in a country that had war in its soil decades prior. Being unable
to sleep and having flashbacks of war were common symptoms of what arose since the war
ended. Different governments wanted to know what was the precursor of this.
It was impossible to determine if it was only babies born through incest who had these
issues, as they were the one’s subjected torture in the war. Their parents were difficult to
research, as tension was high between researchers from countries now in an alliance and victims.
Flashbacks and inability to sleep were either a result of incest or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
This could be connected connected, however, one overpowered the other and it was important to
find out if it was suitable to allow incest in modern life when there was no other option.
It was worthy for Rich to find a new friend. He was rebooting his life and it was time to get
past the concept of positive affirmations and look for new visions for him to look back on once
he was older, and happier. Rich was incapable of having positive affirmations, as everything was
negative in his life. In order to do this he had to be active and realize he couldn’t dwell on the
past any longer, his conscience was cleared and it was easy for him to understand if his ex-
girlfriend was honest with him he wouldn’t be responsible for his mistake. This is like debating
whether an egg or a chicken came first. Rich was sticking to the affirmation that he was not in
the wrong, as he was cheated on in the first place which may have subliminally made him more
inclined to do the same. This is why it was important for Rich to remember that his conscience
was not muddied, as he didn’t hurt anyone in the first place. Alex acted as though she cared for
Rich, while using him as a stat to further her ability to control him. It looked as though she
wanted the worst to come to Rich and he got out of it with his honesty. Otherwise, this would
still be going on.
A drinking partner was rare to find. Rich could no longer trust Ian and he knew no one else
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online drinking app existed. He believed this was designated to online dating. Rich could
pretend to be gay, however, it is impossible to get along with someone who pretends to be the
opposite sexuality than they are. Furthermore, this is disrespectful to the gay communities.
A few days passed, the sun was beaming down and it felt as though it were the perfect day to
ask his friend out on a date. He still had her phone number put away in his cabinet, when he
reached for his phone he knew it was a good idea. Rich knew this as his left finger on his left
hand was going numb, a sign that good things were to come. This failed to betray him, as
whenever this happened his future was far from what he could only imagine. He imagined a fun
time with his friend and called her with confidence. This is why he took his time, to make sure
he would be ready to see her if she were in a hurry and he was left with minutes to meet her.
They could have lived on the same block for all he knew. They met at a local grocery, at least it
was local to him. His friend could have been traveling from anywhere in the city.
The two talked on the phone for a minute, as she was in a hurry. Rich discovered that his
friend’s name was Beatrice and she was traveling by vehicle to a friend’s place to have some
drinks. There would be plenty of people there, it was a small party and Rich was invited. This is
exactly what Rich was looking for, as it was near half a year of what he would call solitude. He
wasn’t nervous and it would be easy to meet another male friend at the party. Rich had to remind
himself that he was not dating his friend from the grocery. It is possible that she may even be
dating someone he was waiting to meet. He reminded himself not to be jealous if this were the
case, however, he hoped for this to be a fragmentation of his mind.
Back in Kitsilano, it was not looking to be a good night for Alex. Her goal to stat as many
men as possible was coming back to haunt her, as other boyfriends of hers were also coming to
her door mad at what she was doing with them as rumours were spreading regarding her
promiscuity. It was now a known fact that Alex was cheating on every man that she dated, while
her friends kept their mouths closed. They were told to be quiet, otherwise bad news would find
them and it probably would. Alex was erratic with her behaviour and it was discouraging that
the running community was being ripped apart after Rich left them to move to another area of
the city and join a new running group. Rich had no problem with the running group in Kitsilano,
he thought it would be best to leave Alex behind and that it would be more convenient to find a
track closer to him. Sometimes he would pass by other runners he knew in the city. Rich would
wave to them, however, he wished to be disconnected from this social group completely.
Venting to himself about what he was bothered by, new people enabled Rich to find a bit of
peace. He was waiting to get to know his new friends when he was informed by text message
that his friend from the grocery was waiting for him downstairs in her black car. Her name was
Beatrice, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman who was trying to understand what was going
on with herself in a city that attracted plenty of beautiful tourists and other people who were
willing to spend the money to buy a home where each home is worth over a million dollars.
Beatrice was suspicious of Rich’s decisions gossiping why he was upfront with her at the grocery
store.
“That’s a slick car."
“Thanks, hop in."
Rich got in her car and was waiting for the breakdown of how to operate his seat.
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 Beatrice sadly sighed.
“Figure it out.”
“I guess you get asked that question a lot?”
“I do, that’s okay. Now I know you’re a strong man."
“You’re right, how else can I maintain this intellect?”
“You must have been raised right?”
“Right enough to know no wrong."
Laughter came from Beatrice, as they pulled up to the party.
“This is one of my best friends from high school. He’s a great cook, there should be lot’s of
food to choose from.”
“I had a lot to eat before we left. I can always eat more."
Beatrice asked Rich to knock on the door, while she went back to her car to grab her purse.
A tall man opened the big, red door. Immediately he reached out to Rich with a warm
handshake, like cool people know how to do. Rich shook his hand back and the two had a laugh
at the lady by the car trying to find her purse.
“I swore I brought it with us."
“Don’t worry, if it’s not in the car you left it back at your place. I saw it on your kitchen
table. Is it yellow?”
“It is."
“It must be there."
“Do you mind if I drive home? Antonio can you let my friend in?”
“I don’t mind, looks like a good time inside."
The two in an infatuation with each other smiled goodbye, while the two kindred spirits
entered Antonio’s home. Rich was happy with how his life was progressing, it appeared as
though there were no statistics being kept thus far. If this were to be, Rich would leave his
infatuation behind and try to meet another woman at the party. To no surprise there were platters
of food on numerous tables sprawled throughout Antonio’s home. He even had spinach dip,
Rich’s favourite snack at one of these types of gatherings.
“Sexy place, Antonio. I like the light fixtures."
“Thanks pal, it took a lot of home renovations to get this place down to where I want it."
“I wish I could do the same with mine."
“All it takes is some time. You got a wife?”
“No."
Rich was saddened by this remark, he thought Antonio would know there was a spark
between the two. At the same time, he realized he was getting ahead of himself and it would be
inappropriate of himself to say he was dating Beatrice.
“Me neither, I’m single."
“Me too."
Rich was crying from his brain, he didn’t want to be alone anymore. If he worked it out
with himself first, he would be able to make it work out with Beatrice. Tonight may be the night
he would be able to unite with Beatrice. This would bring him further away from his remorse for
Alex and fully restore his confidence in humankind.
“What do you do for a living?”

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 “I’m retired. I have investments I’m living off of. It’s quite the life, I can’t say it is anything
other than what I would want to be doing. Vancouver is such an amazing city, I don’t know
where else I would want to be. What do you do?”
“I’m a real-estate agent. It’s not bad."
“That’s cool. Now I can see why you have the pad you have."
“That’s right, it takes a long time to work towards one of these."
“I can imagine, with the housing prices in Vancouver being at a height you must be a
millionaire."
“I am, thanks. What about you?”
“I am too. I still rent though, I’m waiting to see what’s going on in my life to make a
decision about final living, or living past the present."
“I can help you out when you do. Here’s my card."
“Thanks Antonio."
“Here’s Beatrice, do you want to get the door?”
“I’ll let her in. Hopefully she found her purse."
“Meet me for a shot later. I have high quality whiskey we can taste."
“Your alcohol is always good."
It was a period of reflection for Rich, as he finally pushed past his past and found a way out
of what was bothering him. God was at play, as everything was going as good as possible for
Rich. Without this support it feels impossible to carry on at times, even if God goes unseen. It
feels good to believe there is a being greater than you looking out for you. Sometimes you have
to be chosen to be in God’s life and sometimes God acts for everyone without the awareness of
who is creating these acts of wonder for all of humankind. Rich believed life was acting for him,
as he finally found a friend.
Rich met Beatrice at the door and she looked stunning. He was greeted with a warm hug.
What was waiting was waiting for the will of the person willing to be waiting. Rich was alone
his whole life, until he met Alex. Alex was bad to Rich, to the point he could no longer think for
himself. In contrast to this hostile relationship Rich was looking to find himself in one which
was generous in gratitude, and reason. Beatrice was kind, beautiful, and smart. This
complemented Rich, as he was exactly the same in response to how he reacted to the world. He
would give out compliments to workers in groceries, or to friends who were being fair, he ran
which meant he took care of his health and he was certain to make sure he remained up to date
with his academics. Rich found qualities in Beatrice which were the same which is why he
believed she could be someone he would not be wasting his time by pursuing.
“Beatrice, you found your purse?”
“I did, I had to make sure I had my phone on me."
“Right, you never know who may be calling."
“What’s been going on, have you tried some of Antonio’s food?”
“Not yet, I was waiting till my appetite grew again."
“You’re fat."
“Not quite, I’m a runner. How can a runner be fat?”
“It’s only a joke."
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 “That’s what made it a good joke."
“A fast one, on me?”
“Now it’s your turn."
“I don’t believe in fast one’s. In fact, you’re slim, and beautiful. Would you be my
girlfriend?” Doors were opening for Rich, he couldn’t believe a fast one would lead to the asking
out of a woman to be a romantic partner. Crazier things have taken place. Rich didn’t know
what to expect, whether or not she would say yes.
“I’m not sure, I was thinking of remaining friends."
“We could, that’s completely realistic. Don’t you want to have fun with me though?”
“I guess we’re already on a date of sorts."
“Are you saying this is a date now?."
“I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Without reflection Beatrice accepted Rich’s question. If she would be his girlfriend. It was
inconsequential to both whether they were meant for each other, rather, it seemed like a good
idea, as they were both young and ready for the next stage in their life. Most of their friends
were already married and had a few children. How good it was for Rich, as Beatrice did not
keep a stats sheet. It was not her intention to ruin his life for the simple act of acting out against
men, she wanted to get to know him for who he was and not for what he could be. He could
have been molded into a bad person, however, Rich would have still risen against this acreage of
hate and become a better person in the end. This was proven with Alex.
“Looks like the couple needs a shot of my finest whiskey?”
“Thanks, Antonio that would be splendid. Let me find Rich."
Beatrice found Rich by the sandwich bar, asking him to come for a shot to celebrate their
first date.
“Here you go Rich, you do the honors."
Rich took a two ounce shot-glass back and held it in like a champion. The liquor b u r n e d
his belly and he smiled as though he were not hurting for more.
“Can I do one now."
“Beatrice is up, everyone gather around for Beatrice. She’s about to tackle a two ounce shot
of a hundred dollar bottle of whiskey."
“Let me get at it."
Beatrice was even more graceful than Rich at taking the shot back. A dance was done after
she set the shot-glass down around the table saluting everyone in the audience.
“This one is for me."
Antonio took back two shots of his elusive whiskey and didn’t even grimace. It looked like
the party was starting to take shape and everyone else was waiting in line for more shots. That’s
what was being chanted, more shots, more shots, more shots, more shots, more shots. It would
be hard to come across an atmosphere as filled with love and joy on the party block, as at
Antonio’s. On the party block everyone would be fighting for who was who as status of who
was who was an important part of what it meant for the former crew from Kitsilano. No one
wanted to know who each other was at Antonio’s, they wanted to stay present and continue the
good times without becoming too formal. Beatrice and Rich were dating, however, they barely
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meant to be lengthy. It would be pointless to get concerned into the details of each other if they
didn’t plan to be together for a long time to find out.
“Hey, big foot."
“You’ve been looking at my feet?”
It was obvious Beatrice was drunk, when she lightly slapped him on the buttock with one of
his boots.
“That’s for later."
“That’s a crazy ride right there."
“I know what you are thinking about."
“What’s that?”
“What’s the size of my feet?”
By now they were happily drunk. Both planning to take taxi’s home.
“A woman’s five."
“You’re correct."
Beatrice asked Rich to a freestyle battle, it was her promise that she would out-battle him.
Antonio was to be the judge, it was up to him to decide who went first and he voted for Beatrice
to do the honors. A crowd began to grow around the two in the living room, with speakers
blasting hip-hop instrumentals over the laughter of the party which was growing.
“Once there was a man, who was stuck he had no plan, he wrote to his Mom to ask her what
to do, she explained to him I know you don’t even have a clue, you’re behind in school, acting a
fool, with disrespect to me, which is why you analyze everything with your degree, whatever this
takes, with the reality of knowing, you do not do what you did, I honor you well my son, if you
want to now become, one, with the stars, which is what you are, behind the room, with spectators
beware, rare, like a bear, flying, not relying, while I’m steadily guiding you into gloom, texting
you what to do, with your tux, what’s next, I’m the best, get your crutch, I’m clutch, never
enough, rush, to the touch, kiss me, that’s a plus, what’s the message, like people running, I’m
stunning, whatever is said, I got it on lock down, you can’t back down, if you do, you’re wearing
a gown, I frown at the way you get down, down town, all around the room I consume liquor,
wonder who chugs it quicker, with a dance, understand I’m the one with no plan, cram in plenty
of much knowledge, you can only start, from the back, now hark, at the melody of the beat,
smooth, I see you’re listening, go ahead and christen, the next bottle of champagne, it’s about to
rain."
The crowd applauded at Beatrice’s impressive freestyle and it appeared that Rich was shook.
He was pacing around the living room trying to find an edge, however, he announced he was
giving it up to Beatrice as the freestyle champion. The couple shared a big hug and Rich went to
kiss her on the cheek, when she moved towards his lips and planted a fat one directly on his
mouth.
“Beatrice, you win in a freestyle then shower me me with a kiss. That’s how to lift my
spirits."
“You’re talking about spirits, there’s another spirit for you to christen right now."
“I heard you rap that near the end of your freestyle."
By this point of the night everyone was in a drunken state and Beatrice was leading the party
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christened by Rich, as asked by Beatrice in her freestyle that had everyone dancing to it with the
music loud enough to make their ears bleed. The friends at the party, spectators of the freestyle
wanted Rich to come on next, however, he admitted defeat. It was beautiful to see Beatrice and
Rich’s first kiss in front of a large audience, as it would be one to be hoped to be remembered for
years to come. Phones were out videotaping the rhyme-off when their kiss was caught on
camera. Someday these photographs and videos would be used in a wedding, or what seemed to
be the mistake of anyone thinking too far ahead. With this thought, it was time for Rich to call
New York and let Nikki know he was no longer interested in visiting her. This took a few
minutes and Rich was brought back to the party ready for another shot of Antonio’s whiskey.
The shots were accumulating to number four for Rich and he was reaching his limit.
While Nikki’s son was having fun with his girlfriend in Vancouver, it was a time for
celebrating in New York. Her son was finding himself again, without the destructive influence of
his ex-girlfriend. It was obvious to Rich’s Mom that he was doing well, while what Kat was up
to was of no concern to Nikki. Although she wanted Rich to stay with her, her Motherly instinct
knew that Rich was doing the right thing. It was better for Nikki that Rich found a distraction, as
she was too pregnant to fly on a jet and she wasn’t ready to explain to him the outcome of her
pregnancy if he were to fly to New York for a visit. Her main concern was Rich may not have
been running enough.
It would be the greatest day ever for Nikki when she could announce to her son that she was
in fact his Mother and that she had a large sum of money waiting for him for a road he crossed
that may have brought him a bunch of trouble, however, it was worth it in the end. The
researchers working behind the babies born through incest project were willing to give each
Nikki and Rich, $10,000,000 for participating in the experiment. There was no issue for the
researchers handing out the money soliciting the criminal organization behind Nikki’s decision to
evade their wishes during conception. Nikki knew the money would fairly be placed into each
bank account, as there was no longer an issue with the criminal organizations and the researchers
working for the governments in alliance. This bureaucracy was no longer working against each
other, as they were now working together. Without some corruption in the government it would
be impossible to say it was a realistic research project by everyone involved, as this is the way of
globalization.
No one said globalization was fair, however, it is possible that the world would stop turning
if it were fait. This is not a fair depiction of what was happening, as the world is corrupt and that
is what makes it turn. The world’s trading and global interactions can be thought of as a pool
table, where the cue ball hits one ball and each ball connects with everyone other one affecting
each one differently, however, with the same impact as the initial ball that bounced off to the
other pool balls.
Matt was in the middle of these pool balls, realizing each and every impact that was felt in
order to disrupt the flow of what could happen with what was happening. A reason for this is
that Matt was very corrupt and it was his desire to get involved with whoever he wished to stop
the flow of fair connections, as with the money meant to be earned by Nikki and Rich for a risky
research experiment they were illegally placed in. This proves the irony of globalization, as it is
philosophically shown to be erroneous in its structure, while other forms of connection are
proven to be more beneficial to the disadvantaged people in society. This is what anarchy

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represents.
“Rich."
Matt shouted out into the phone.
“What do you want."
Rich was hungover and did not want to talk to this person.
“I hear you have some money coming?” “That’s blasphemy."
“I’ve been doing my research and you have a large sum of money coming your way."
“You’re out of it, man. Leave me alone."
“What, you are waking up? Who cares, it’s already noon in New York."
“I don’t want to talk to you."
“You don’t want to fly here to discuss the details?”
“I have enough money already, bye."
In a split second Rich threw his phone across the room, waking up Beatrice.
“What’s going on Rich, why are you throwing your phone across the room? It hit the wall."
“Sorry, it’s hard to say who called."
“Someone you don’t like?”
“His personality drives me crazy."
“Do you owe him money? Is he after you?” “No, he’s a no good doer. He’s out to corrupt
people."
“As long as I know you’re not in danger?”
“No danger, another misguided stranger."
“Why don’t we get up and have a drink."
“That would be ideal."
“Are you hungover?”
It would be of no lie if Rich lied to Beatrice. He told the truth.
“A bit. How do you feel?”
“Feeling good, I punished you in the freestyle?”
“You did, I was shook. I didn’t know how to come back."
“You didn’t come back. I think my friend has a friend of our first kiss."
“Beautiful, that’s what I like to see in photographs. Memorable times."
The couple was having a good time in Antonio’s spare bedroom, looking to party again.
Antonio was a spectacular cook, the newly couple could smell bacon frying from a skillet and
green onions cooking in oil. It looked as though they were going to have an omelette for
breakfast.
The smell of orange juice was strong, as well as butter melting on toast that proved it was
time to get out of bed.
“Hey, you two."
Antonio shouted out from the kitchen. Beatrice laughed, Rich smiled and it was destined to
be another good time at Antonio’s. The promise of war ending in Rich’s dream was one to be
guaranteed after the release of his money.
“What’s up, Antonio?”
It wasn’t what was thought, Rich yelled at Antonio as he was still mad.
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 “Venting to you about some idiot who woke me up this morning."
“Not me?”
“No, not you. Someone from New York called me promising me of riches."
“You know you already have them. Don’t worry about it."
“Thanks man, I’ll be up in a few minutes."
“I have some eggs and mimosa’s waiting."
“What kind of juice?”
The two were already friends, demonstrated in the way they were able to communicate.
“Cranberry."
“That’s the way, partner."
“You know money has no value?”
“Why?”
“Think of the afterlife."
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t need it there."
“That’s fair."
“Now wake up Beatrice too."
“No problem Chef."
Antonio roared from the kitchen like a bear climbing a tree to find honey. He was the
dominant male in the party, as it was his house. The party started early and everyone was
wondering what was going on in the thoughts of each other. Antonio thought Beatrice was hot.
They hooked up numerous times in the past and he believed it was suiting for another good man
to have her in his arms next. This was Rich. Being a sensitive person, Beatrice noticed this in
him from the start. It was tough to read Rich, Beatrice felt as though he were hiding a lie from
everyone. Maybe he murdered someone. It was hard to say what was going on in Rich’s mind,
as he was a vault. He was over his battle with how a mind can be controlled by a woman
keeping stats to better herself instead of caring for a partner in the long run. Rich feared Beatrice
was keeping stats on him to control him Alex did, however, he felt as though this were a romance
that couldn’t be hindered by a corruption of people waiting to dismantle a mind at any time.
These were the three friends left at the party and they were waiting to do that again. Antonio was
the lead and it was apparent that they were going to get drunk again early in the morning.
Hopefully they would be able to last until the evening until a new round of friends were expected
to come by for another carousel. This is what was fluctuating through Rich’s thoughts, how was
he going to be able to drink for another twelve hours without feeling the fatigue of alcohol. His
mind wandered towards Matt and how he was able to keep him awake throughout periods of
partying similar to times in New York. This would make Rich look weak in the eyes of Beatrice
and possibly ruin their relationship after one night. It was up to him to stay away from these
thoughts, the thoughts that wandered through the mind of the bothersome man.
What else could be said but Beatrice and Rich were being treated to a bed and breakfast after
a fun night filled with drinks, and games. It would be unwise to not accept another drink from
Antonio, as he knew what was best for his guests. No one likes a hangover, which is why it was
important to drink it off in the morning. This is the way of a bender and the couple that found
themselves together yesterday were at the start of one. It was discouraging to think that Matt

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could ruin this for Rich, as Rich disliked hearing his voice. He always knew Matt was up to
deceit and his deceit most often went unrecognized by the law or anyone in authority. In fact, it
appeared as though he was able to work his way through these branches of government with
ease, as he found his way into Rich’s life again with new ways of disgust that left everyone in a
spell. It would be better to forget about this for a while, while the crew at Antonio’s grew in
numbers to ten at ten o’clock. They missed the breakfast Antonio made for Beatrice and Rich,
however, they brought white wine, and cookies. The cookies were homemade and filled with an
abundance of chocolate chips which were still melting to the tray they came in. These were
shared with everyone at the party, there must have been six dozen cookies. It was to be a wine
and cookie party until Antonio brought out another bottle of alcohol for shots that evening.
How Matt discovered the money waiting for Nikki and Rich was explained through levels of
government which leaked this information to Matt through the tapping of phone calls which were
recorded in a database at a government institution. These phone calls were available to the
public if the person in context was able to discern that they were used in retaliation against the
person coming into the office with a lawsuit. Matt was able to forge his papers together from
years of criminal activity. This is why Rich knew Matt could not be trusted. The remaining
criminal showed up at the government office in his finest suit asking to see the paper transcripts
of specific phone calls he wanted access to. Without the brainwashing ability of a criminal it
would be difficult to pull this off, however, Matt was skilled at the fine art of tricking people into
thinking he would do whatever he wished with whoever he wished whenever he wished. Since
bureaucracy was levelled it was not a big task to talk to someone who could help Matt with his
decision to unlawfully acquire the transcripts of these phone calls.
Rich was in the middle of a revelation, as the leveling of layers of government was working
for him in the ability for research on babies born through incest to build while the money he was
to be receiving was now able to be taken from him as the same levels of layers of government
which have collapsed have led to a greater ability for criminal activity throughout the countries
which have formed an alliance together. Matt discovered that Rich was expected to receive
$10,000,000 from the United States government for his involvement in a babies born through
incest project that was highly confidential. Without Matt’s forgery of identity it would be
impossible to discover this, he pretended to be Rich’s lawyer who was responsible for handling
the money for his best interests until he was able to receive it. By doing this, he was more adept
at stealing all of Rich’s money and possibly his Mother’s money too. This would leave everyone
involved in heartbreak, as it would be difficult to retrace this money back to the proper owners.
With a scarf and hat on Matt was destined to continue to haunt Rich with what appeared to be the
biggest Fraud Matt could manage to be behind. He wanted to travel to Vancouver to bother Rich
some more, to create a distraction. Nikki would not be able to explain to her son what was
happening with their baby and the finances that awaited both.
Back at Antonio’s it was an honor to have guests of all magnitude waiting for rounds of
afternoon shots.
“Beatrice, since you won the freestyle last night by a long shot, take a long shot."
“What’s a long shot?”
“Good question. A shot you have to wait for after walking around the island backwards, and
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 “Sounds like fun."
It was obvious that Beatrice was not feeling that great.
“It will be more fun once you do it. The gravity gets rid of your hangover. There’s always a
reason behind what I’m doing, let’s get at it."
“Whatever you say, Antonio."
The crowd which was growing hooted and hollered for Beatrice as she listened to Antonio
and properly performed a long shot. This was his famous shot for those who have done well by
drinking everyone under the table. There was a lot of gossip from the patrons who were new to
the party about the freestyle the previous night. They wanted to see another competition,
however, both Beatrice and Rich said they were good. Antonio said he would challenge anyone
and a guest who was apparently a seasoned veteran at this said he would accept his challenge.
They were ready to battle, when Antonio said they had to have a shot off instead.
Antonio was an alpha male, although a kind one. Beatrice was asked to pour the shots,
when she asked Rich to do the honor. Rich was distracted with a premonition that Matt was out
to bother him. He made an excuse explaining he was not feeling well and everyone made fun of
him for being hungover. It wasn’t likely he would want to be around alcohol then and the party
chose another host. This time it was a beautiful redhead who reminded Rich of Alex. He wanted
no part of this and thought it would be best to leave the party. Everyone present understood this
was good and Rich kissed Beatrice bye, as he walked out the door. Rain weighed heavy on his
head, as he walked out the door and it was time for him to recover from a long night of partying.
Antonio had home court advantage in the shot off. The lady who was willing to take him on
was given shots as big as his, although Antonio felt as though this wasn’t fair to her. The lady
immediately explained how she could drink the same size of shot as him and he was projecting a
double standard towards her, as though she were not able to drink as much as him even though
she were half his size. Her name was Iz and she explained how she had been drinking for a week
straight. This is why her boyfriend nominated her for this contest. He knew she could drink
anyone down and wanted to see how much the other man in the contest could drink. Before they
began Antonio noted how it would be mixed alcohol, starting with Vodka. It wasn’t the highest
quality brand, however, it would still work. Iz stated how she almost died drinking Vodka when
she was young and it was a good choice to begin with. Iz’s boyfriend was the photographer and
Beatrice was the one keeping score. If one of the participants spilled, a point was taken away, if
a face was made, another point was taken away, if someone puked, the shot didn’t count. It was
a game of five, one-ounce shots which was meant to be fun for all. Iz and Antonio were ready to
tackle their shots.
“Batters up."
Beatrice shouted this out to the crowd to get everyone involved in a game that was meant to
break misconceptions about the idea that women can’t drink as much as men.
“Who’s first?”
“You can go first Iz."
“Thanks Antonio, I’m ready to do this."
“Let’s shake hands."
The two shook hands and Antonio witnessed Iz have a perfect score in round one. Antonio
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 “First let me get the tequila out."
“Take your shot Antonio."
A male from the back of the crowd shouted out. Antonio took his shot and also received a
perfect score.
“Thanks pal, that was easy."
“Get the limes and salt out Antonio, you have a long way to go."
“Only four more."
The male from the back went beside Beatrice to get a better view of the competition.
“That’s two."
Iz completed the next round without a grimace, letting Antonio know she meant business.
“Two."
The crowd was less enthused, as they wanted bigger shots. Antonio said he didn’t want
anyone to die on his watch and the game remained the same. Gin was next in line.
“Pine needles, who wants to drink that. If that’s all you have, then let’s get it on."
“Thanks Iz, we’ll feel good after this one."
“That’s for sure Antonio."
It was apparent that Iz wasn’t as good with Gin, as Antonio. Iz made a face after her shot of
Gin, while Antonio slammed it back and laughed at how easy it was. Beatrice noticed everyone
was getting bored with the game and they were now on their phones chatting with their friends
who were not there. Some were even keeping stats of their boyfriends who were looking to be
looking at other women.
“Now, what do we do to get some crowd enthusiasm?”
“What do you mean Antonio, we wanted to see a freestyle instead."
“Sounds good man from the back, let’s get at it now you’re lost, like a tic-tac that is green,
now what does that mean, maybe your off, soft, like chalk, broken in half, not caring where to
live, without anything to give, I’m the king of the kitchen, kicking it without admission, anyone
wants to release emissions, as I’m burning up, now let me get at this without a."
Antonio was interrupted by Iz.
“If you live, to give, a shout out, to the ghost, who at most, writes with toast crumbs,
crumbling down, like your beacon to be better than me, now that’s all garbage downtown, why
look around, I’m ahead of this, like a brick-layer, waiting to know, where to go, with the bricks,
mine are gold, they melt in a fire, with wood, eliciting, my spirit into flames, like this tissue, I
miss you, misuse you, chose you, to be spoken, what do you think I’m promoting, an idea good
for the fam, however it goes down, you understand."
“That was good Iz, now let’s get at this and see who is voted ultimate freestyle, shot off,
champion."
“There’s a vote now, Antonio?”
“How else will there be a champion?”
“I honor Beatrice to be the judge, she’s the one without her love."
“Are we going at it again?”
“If you want to?”
“Let’s have another round. Let’s see, we have more Tequila."
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 “You’re up."
Iz didn’t let it be known that Tequila and her were best friends. The cork was lifted and she
smelled it to give her a buzz. No one understands you merely have to smell the bottle to get
drunk, it’s very strong. Iz took her shot properly, Antonio went to smell the bottle and
immediately puked from the strength of the alcohol. They were now even in the challenge and it
came down to one last shot. Beatrice already said they were tied in the freestyle. It would
depend on the familiarity of the final bottle to see who had an edge.
“It looks like it’s Rum."
Antonio was hesitant at pulling out the first bottle from his collection, as Iz may have been
someplace familiar. He found the right brand and poured two even one-ounce shots. Most
people who drink liquor like Rum, however, with the mix of five different types of alcohol it
would be tough to get one last shot in.
“Who’s up, boss?”
“Let’s flip a coin."
“Sounds good."
“Do you want to call it?”
Iz called heads, it landed tails.
“What do you want, I can drink first if you want?”
“I’ll go."
Antonio poured two shots of the same volume and slammed back both without a face or sign
of weakness.
“Do I have to take two, too?”
“It’s up to you."
“I’ll take two."
Antonio poured the drinks. It was time for the party to feast on the delicacies he spent all
morning preparing. Iz pulled it off, as well. They tied, leaving the party not thinking what other
drinking games were in store for everyone.
Rich drove Beatrice’s car home. It was her desire to have him pick her up the next morning.
When there was a party at Antonio’s it always extended to another night, even with the guests
who came the following day. They were always asked to stay for another night and this
continued to the next night for the friends who came the next day. The thing is, Antonio only
hosted parties when he had a break from work. This was his vacation and he wanted to make it
as much of a Mardi Gras or beach time party as possible. The thing about beaches and resorts
Antonio always said is that they are always the same. This is a universal across the world which
has existed since the idea of incorporating money and capitalism into Indigenous life took away
their ability to live how they once did, beckoning assimilation. At the same time, they may have
liked this change in life as it brought them jobs and other resources that were not once realistic to
obtain.
A period of kindness was offered to Rich by a female friend who was a makeover artist. Her
name was Olivia and she promised Rich that she would help him with his drooping right eye
which came about from a collar bone which was broken twice in his childhood without having it
properly healed. Throughout two decades his entire right side of his body drooped down and his
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wrinkles in his forehead to prove his wrong. Israel wanted to fix this for him, as she didn’t want
him to lose an eye in the long run.
“Hi, Israel."
“Thanks for inviting me over. You were saying you have a girlfriend now?”
“I do, thanks. Her name is Beatrice. It’s been fun."
“That black car outside? Impressive."
“Thanks, I’m ready to hit the highway after this procedure. You are going to fix my right
eye?”
“Make sure she doesn’t get too jealous."
“I’m set that it’s kosher. We’re both with the opposite gender right now."
“Right, here is what you do."
In this explanation of ritualistic makeovers it was important to inform Rich that he had to
shave in front of a mirror which was completely covered in steam from his shower. He had to
steam up the entire bathroom until it was completely filled with steam, which was difficult to do.
This would ensure no steam would escape and there would be no way Rich would be able to see
himself in the mirror when he shaved. There was advice about having a clean shave. Rich
couldn’t cut himself and he had to make sure there were no whiskers left behind. He left his
shower on while he began to shave, in front of his mirror. Although he couldn’t see himself, he
still had to look into a mirror. This could be a factor behind the makeover. He was unsuccessful
in the shave, as the bathroom was not completely covered in steam. This meant he saw his face
in the mirror when he shaved and it did not work out as it was supposed to. He looked in the
mirror and looked exactly the same. Israel said she would come back to him in a few more days
and have another try at the makeover.
Morning came and Beatrice was still partying at Antonio’s. Rich wondered what was going
on between the two, trying his hardest not to get jealous. Everyone knows jealousy is not
accepted after two days of dating. This would lead to the end of a blossoming romance and it
would be difficult to repair their attraction to each other after this. Rich was already jealous,
after his sad ending with Alex. Jealousy builds in a person after a long time of being cheated on,
until it no longer matters once a person matures enough and they realize they could easily find
another person to be romantic with. It’s too bad Rich cheated and he didn’t have a say in this
matter, his head was still missing a few nerve endings and his brain was not firing off well
enough to have a healthy perception on this perspective.
He realized it was noon and noon was the time Beatrice wished to be picked up. Rich
realized he was reaching a double standard, as he had a hot woman over the night before that
Beatrice was yet to know about. He was in his boxers while another woman was analyzing his
body for over half an hour. This didn’t look good to him and he questioned whether or not he
would tell Beatrice about this. He didn’t want to begin another relationship based off of a lie and
was worried that his girlfriend may be keeping stats on him. This would definitely lead into Rich
being cheated on. Probably with Antonio. This would be no good for Rich, as he was looking to
make a male friend. At the same time he really liked Antonio, as they were both young, and rich.
They could do anything together, along with Beatrice if she didn’t find out about this makeover
attempt. It wasn’t worth it to Rich, however, he wanted to surprise Beatrice with a new look,
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about this and carry on like nothing happened. Nothing happened, however, he was starting to
suffer from a loss of concentration again. He knew not to get jealous with Beatrice.
Rich’s girlfriend was waiting outside, with a new outfit on. Her look was magnetic, it drew
Rich towards her in a way that was foolish to the onlooker who was not dating her. It was going
to be a great day for Rich, whatever was to come would be an action that could not be undone. It
would either be a fight, or a kind day filled with compliments which were not left to be
unacknowledged.
“Hey, babe."
“Hey, darling."
“Thanks for picking me up."
Beatrice got into the passenger side of her car and reached across the seat to give R i c h a
hug which was followed by a kiss. Her aroma was one of vanilla and cinnamon, leaving her
boyfriend happy with what was to come. He didn’t need to lie to her, however, he knew it would
be impossible to hold it in this time. If she asked him what he was up to, he would have to be
honest with her. Otherwise, an everlasting game of who did what would begin.
“Anything for you. How was last night?”
“It was good, no more freestyles. A couple more drinking games. Antonio is relentless, he
keeps drinking and drinking and drinking and somehow he can withstand all of that alcohol. He
looks at his parties as a trip to the Caribbean."
“That’s funny. Wonder when we can come by for another party?” “I’m not sure."
“He’s a good guy."
“I agree."
Rich was left with a sunken heart after hearing this, outlasting his girlfriend in his head.
Keeping mental stats himself, subduing why he was acting how he was when all he could do was
blame Alex for how his mind reacted to these kinds of scenarios.
“Did you sleep with him?”
“Are you an alpha male?”
“I’m not an alpha male, I have the inclination that you were getting along too well for me to
comprehend?”
“I’ve known him for ten years, I’ve known you for two days. He is more important to me
than you, even though I haven’t slept with him in a month."
A brief release of redemption from Beatrice. Rich’s heart was racing and he didn’t know
what to do with himself. He wanted to tell her about his makeover, however, that would most
likely preclude the end of their short relationship.
“A month? I guess that was before me and it doesn’t count."
“Who cares. What were you doing last night? You have cuts all over your face, don’t you
know how to shave?”
“I was trying to shave. I need to be better to you, I apologize."
“No worry."
“Are we still together?” “If you want to be?” “I do."
“Good, now let’s get some food. I’m hungry."
This left Rich with less resentment towards Antonio, as he didn’t feed a gourmet five course
meal for Beatrice before she left. Rich was left knowing he could make up for this with an

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“I know a place, let me start up your car."
“Let’s go, babe."
Nothing remained except lies inside of Rich’s miserable conscience, he was heading for
trouble and would not be in a good place once Matt was back in his life. How he would react to
this trouble-doer was beyond recognition of anyone else in Rich’s life, as Rich was left without a
frame to establish what would happen if he were framed. He would build a home out of the
frames, however, how would he frame himself enough to be able to walk with pride inside of his
home. It was during this period of doubt that he resonated backwards resonating with all that
was wrong. His breath began to stink, as his karma continued to be dwindled down into a form
of weak energy which did not do anything except misguide his energy. He was an empty vessel
and it was torturous for him to even breathe, as his breath stunk and he was filled with a large
amount of lies that were caught up inside of a tangle of webs that could not be distinguished
between himself and a modern day criminal who was a kleptomaniac who could not allow
himself to be justified against, as everything he did was done right and by the proper form of
what constitutes a person who tries to bring mercy to a mercy-less interaction which is only the
problem of the two people in the duel.
Matt was neither a morning person nor a nighthawk, in all actuality he was not a person at
all. If anyone were to respect Matt as a reputable person they were under the influence of his
brainwashing abilities that were now known by most of his acquaintances, as they were victims
of his treachery at some point in their lives. Matt was a street dweller who maintained the
persona of a young professional, he was a schemer who knew how to steal money and persuade
people into believing he was a good person even though he was no good to society.
His next ploy was to steal the large sum of money Rich was expecting to receive. Even
though he wasn’t aware of this, it was waiting for him once his baby was born. It had been eight
months since Rich was in New York and Nikki was expected to give birth in the next month.
Rich had no clue about the details behind this, as he was purposely left out of the loop by Nikki.
It was her will to make sure he would not be aware of this, as it may have been too much to
understand and she wanted to keep him out of trouble in case the criminal organizations were
still trying to interfere with this project of babies born through incest which was meant to help
create awareness towards why war heroes were suffering from specific ailments.
It would be unwise to go against Matt, which is why Rich always found himself in trouble
when he went against what was wished upon him by Matt. Rich was a strong person and knew
he would not back down to his enemy, which is why he stayed away from visiting New York. If
he found himself in New York he would be set against Matt which would lead to a rival of the
two which would lead to an unwilling ability for Rich to suffer as a result of his interactions with
the terrible Matt.
In contrast to this, Matt wanted to visit Vancouver to see what terror he could instigate with
his enemy, Rich. It wasn’t the best timing for Rich, as he was trying to work out a friendship
which was much more than a fling, it was evolving into a relationship and it was hard to
understand what was going on in either’s thought processes besides what was thought to be
jealousy and thoughts which were out to hurt as a result of this negative emotion. The plan was
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the other partner was leading them on. Beatrice thought her boyfriend was leading her on in that
he was a jealous man who did not really want to overcome this inadequate feeling for her
without bringing her down to hurt her feelings. Rich was worried that his girlfriend was keeping
stats on him to use on him in the future while he was being targeted as another subject to be
tampered with through the action of cheating on him with Antonio. He was certain Beatrice
would cheat on her with Antonio if not in the short term, in the long term. There would be no
point to stay with her, he concluded and figured it would be best to smooth it out if he wished to
remain happy as a person in the short term. He didn’t believe she would be the best person to
have in his life in the long term, however, a fling would be fun, as long as his emotions didn’t get
too heavily involved.
In the middle of a morning fight it was of no matter that Rich was in the wrong, as Beatrice
quickly forgave his difficult behavior. He had the best taken from him when he found out that
she had a relation with Antonio in the past month. This struck Rich’s masculinity and left him a
bit deterred about what he wanted to do with his life. He thought he was done with this type of
behaviour after finding out what Alex was doing when she wasn’t with Rich. Alex was cheating
on him in the worst way. This is what Rich thought would be in the future for his relationship
with Alex. He was thankful this didn’t happen last night and was stressed out that this could
eventually happen, if he didn’t treat her the right way. This wasn’t fair to Alex, as she was
supposed to be treated this way nonetheless, however, jealousy was strong in Rich and he was
going to treat her one way or the other. In his thoughts it depended on how he was treated by
Beatrice.
“I’m not even hungover."
“Fabulous, do you want a drink?”
“If you’re having one."
“Let’s do it."
Beatrice decided to come over to Rich’s place, looking to get to know him better. It was
now winter. The weather dropped in degrees, however, there was no snow on the ground and the
trees were predominantly green. This would be their second date, although they were acting as
though they knew each other for a long time. It was a casual time together, not rushing anything
that doesn’t need to be rushed. Unpopular to popular perception, young professionals living in
Vancouver like to drink. If someone were to say it is improper to drink all of the time, it would
be proper to say that they are missing out on the finer things in life. Walk down Gastown and see
the beautiful people outside on the cobblestone walking around hooting and hollering about how
great they feel. Asking strangers for help with directions, making out on the street, drinking in
public, all of this is what makes downtown Vancouver an excellent stop for any tourist looking to
have a good time.
“Did you miss me?”
“I did. Antonio’s got stale."
“I see."
Rich was left pondering how he could eradicate his jealous behavior.
“What did you get up to?”
Rich’s heart almost stopped. He was caught up in another lie. He didn’t want to deny it,
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 “Went on a run. It was worth it to sweat out all of the alcohol. A good cleanse."
“I had great sex."
It was a time of redemption for Beatrice, as she heard from Antonio that Rich was a jealous
wreck and that he cheated on his past girlfriend before losing his mind. This was bragged about
by Rich to Antonio while one of his drinking games were being held. Rich did not expect
Beatrice to find out about this and the joke was on him.
“This is what my ex did to me as well. Why did you do this to me?”
“You’re a cheater already, why would you even care?” “How do you know?” “Antonio told
me, and I’m driving home."
Since the spring Rich was looking to find someone who would garner him the adequacy of
life that he felt in it. Reason behind every thought was reason without the decision to implement
it into what could be. What was left out was a partner who would not cheat on him, when Rich
thought of Nikki in Vancouver. How sparkling of a person she was and it was his intentions to
travel to New York immediately to get rid of the stress.
Without knowledge of what could be in Vancouver, Matt was already thinking about making
his way to Vancouver. He wanted to meet Rich and convince him he was ready to end his life
with a bullet to the head that would leave him dead on the pavement. Rich’s instinct was above
that of the normal individual and he knew to flee the city in order to find a better time away from
everything that was bothering him. He booked a flight for the next evening.
It was 6 p.m. and Rich was at an end with what to do with his life. He didn’t plan on
meeting anyone in New York. It was in Rich’s thoughts that life was unfair to him and he wasn’t
a bad person. He was trying to have a makeover, when everything went wrong, he was fair to
Beatrice. Alex was no longer a thought. He felt as though he didn’t want to give up, he came to
the epiphany that he didn’t need a woman in his life. It was more crucial for him to find
happiness inside of his whole being, as his mind was weakened.
Rich changed his mind and decided to call Israel about his makeover. He asked her if
enough time elapsed since their first attempt at healing his right eye. Israel was worried about
Rich. It was obvious someone hurt his feelings and she was ready to meet him at once to help
him out. Israel hopped on the Canada Line and was quick to get to Rich’s house. It wasn’t too
far away and the train sped along at its quickest speed in no query of anyone handing out
newspapers. Rich already had the shower on, however, once Israel arrived she said this wasn’t
necessary as she wasn’t ready to help him with his makeover until he felt better about himself.
They were going to have some drinks to make sure Rich’s heart felt good, as Rich had to feel
good in order for the makeover to work in the first place.
“Rich, what’s been going on with all of these flings? You look depressed. You know that
Alex chick was only out to hurt you and the one from last week was also only out to hurt you.
You’re a better person than this, I need you to look up, and smile at me."
The light coming from Rich’s fixture shone in his eye as he looked up at Israel and she
witnessed a tear dropping from his right eye.
“I see you clearly."
“You’re crying. How on earth are you going to get past these women. You know they are
only taking and keeping stats on you."
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 “Maybe I shouldn’t be the one to explain this to you. Stats are what women keep on men,
especially their boyfriends or husbands to compare with other women to gather an overall
consensus on what they should be doing to their partners through the insight of their friends. It’s
a stupid system and leads women to treat men like trash in the end. That’s why I don’t do it and
choose to stay single."
After hearing about this explanation of what women do to men, Rich felt anger in his heart.
He was susceptible to going crazy after hearing this, losing his belief in the other gender and
requesting everything he had ever been taught by a female.
“That’s not fair to men."

“I know, that’s why I had to tell you."

“Can we do the makeover now?”
“No, it hasn’t been enough time and you have to be feeling better about yourself. How
about next week?”
“I was going to go to New York for business this week."
“We can do it next Monday, if you wish?”
“I get back Sunday morning, that would be good."
“For now, let’s drink and forget about everything in the past."
“Cheers."
Rich made it past his crisis and looked for a brighter future. He was reminded by Israel to
always look on the brighter side of life which gave Rich greater ability to live with instinct that
was intact. He called Nikki the night of his makeover and was told she had some good news for
him. Nikki was going to meet him at the airport and they were going to go out for dinner to
celebrate. What Rich was celebrating was unclear to him, Nikki was going to elude to him that
he was to become rich. This made Rich happy, however, he already felt as though he was rich
enough from his investments. Rich slept on the jet and was in New York by morning. It was
a snowy arrival and he was ready for the cold weather. Vancouver is in Canada, it has a mild
climate which is temperate to green vegetation and animals that can live throughout all seasons.
Rich was cold when he got off the jet wearing his warm hat and gloves to evade the cold
weather.
Nikki was waiting for Rich in the arrivals section of the airport. He went to give her a hug
and she hugged him back.
“Good to see you again, Rich."
“You too, Nikki."
“I know I'm a bit bigger, I was pregnant."
Rich looked a bit confused, however, he was smart enough to smile, and congratulate her.
Nikki wanted to take Rich out to one of her favorite bars, as she could drink again.
“Table for two?”
The waiter looked at the two as though he had never seen a woman as happy as she was and
a man as sad as he was.
“Please."
“Thanks, Nikki. This place looks ancient. There must be some history here."
“It’s an old building, I’m not sure of its history. I have some news for you."

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 “What’s the news?”
“You’re a father."
“A father?”
Rich looked caught in between emotions. He was speechless and didn’t know what to say.
“From my last visit?”
“From your last visit and you’re also $10,000,000 more affluent.”
“Why am I $10,000,000 richer?”
Being a skeptic Rich was left to doubt what he heard.
“I’m also your Mother."
“I don’t believe it."
Rich was left to further confusion, being lied to again. He was told his Mother left him
when he was young and his adopted parents were left to be doubted.
“Last but not least, I’m doing this for you. You may not want to see me again after this. We
were in an experiment for scientific testing that deals with babies born through incest. This is
why you are getting your cheque, which is in my purse. I wasn’t there for you in your childhood,
I want to help you out with your finances."
“Let’s see the cheque."
“Here, don’t let go of it."
To Rich’s surprise it was a real cheque with numerous signatures decreeing it to him.
“Thanks, it looks real."
“If you lose the cheque, I can get you another one. Enjoy New York.".
“Thanks Nikki."
It was time for Rich to get back to Vancouver and to his financial institution in order to get
his money collected. He switched flights and departed the following morning.
The weather was warm in Vancouver and Rich was perplexed by the news he received in
New York. His goal for the day was to go to his bank, find someone who would not discount the
money he was expected to earn and find a way to live again. The visit with his formidable
Mother shifted his mind back to a more positive place. Money can bring about trouble and can
also resolve a lot of problems quickly. Rich was enthralled by the options opening in his life.
He could move away and forget about his friends, or stay and move into one of the tallest
skyscrapers in the city. He could have a penthouse apartment with the sun either rising or setting
on whatever setting was occurring in his apartment. It would be easier to get to know a female
with this ambiance as opposed to the basement suites he was accustomed to living in.
Rich was ready to find a banker willing to help him out.
“Good afternoon."
“Good afternoon, I would like to meet a banker who handles cheques of great proportions."
“I can help you with that. One moment."
Life was opening up for Rich. He was overjoyed that he was able to help himself by helping
others.
“Thanks."
“Hi, Rich. Can you come into my office?”
“I can."
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 “Good, and you?”
“Can’t complain. You have a cheque you would like to process?”
“I do."
“Let’s see it."
Without making a face the banker looked up Rich’s information and it looked as though
everything was going to work out for Rich. The banker remained quiet throughout the ordeal
and was quick to smile at Rich as things continued to progress through the initial stages of
clearance. Rich was at his home-branch. The banker looked at Rich one last time, as though he
was judging his character to see why someone would bring in a cheque of this size. Rich thought
it was protocol to do this, and sighed.
The banker made it unclear whether his cheque would clear. This left Rich disappointed.
He was feeling brave and now he felt as though he was back to where he was. Rich felt as
though he wouldn’t have the necessary energy in him to do a final makeover with Israel. He still
wanted to give it another try. It was disorderly disgusting to have $10,000,000 and then to lose
it. Rich wanted to know Israel’s opinion on this.
In less than an hour Rich heard a knock on his door. His movements were slow, as he was
preparing his washroom for the makeover. When he opened the door Israel was there waiting to
give him a hug. It was her desire to fix Rich’s right eye in another makeover attempt, if this were
to happen he had to be in his best mood. The two sat down and had a drink.
“How are you Rich? Why was your trip to New York not as long as planned?”
“I met my friend. Apparently she’s my Mother.”
“Really? That’s a turn for the unexpected."
“I know, it seems possible."
“How old is she?”
“About fifty."
Rich wasn’t going to get into his bathroom without being in a better mood.
“Does she look like you?”
“Pretty much.”
“Was that the whole point of going there?”
“It wasn’t at first."
“It looks like you’re troubled again?”
“I am. Will this makeover work?”
“It will. Your shower has been on for a while now. I think it’s time for you to try it again.
Remember, don’t look at yourself in a mirror for the next five days. Up to a week to make sure it
works as good as possible. You don’t want to lose an eye in the long run."
“Thanks for helping me out Israel."
“We’re friends, that’s what we’re supposed to do."
It was a while since Rich heard this and it made him feel better about life. Israel reassured
Rich that he didn’t have to worry about the bank. It was the bank’s job to make sure he didn’t
have to worry about his money. They had to find someone who was ready to handle his cheque
and the bank officials working that day did not have the capabilities to do that.
Rich went to shave. His bathroom mirror was steamed up and he would not be able to see
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would make a mistake, he wanted Israel to guide him through this, however, she explained how
that would break the ritual. Fifteen minutes passed and Israel was in Rich’s kitchen drinking
wine. It was up to her to stay positive throughout this ritual, known as the bathroom makeover.
Women have to shave their legs in the dark without making a mistake, which is why it is twice as
hard to do. This proves the danger involved in both rituals.
It was difficult for anyone to discern why it worked, which is why the majority of people
don’t try to make it work. Rich would have as many tries at it as he wished and it was important
to know that it got better with each attempt. His right eye would have been properly adjusted the
first try, however, it would be better with another attempt. It worked in reverse. He was done
and got out of the bathroom. When he saw Israel she gave him a hug saying it went perfectly.
The next part of the ritual was to wait up to a week without looking in a mirror. He couldn’t
even look into reflections from vehicles. As tempting as it seemed, it was her recommendation
to avoid this.”
This would ensure the ritual was fulfilled. Israel was happy with how Rich was able to
perform under pressure. It wasn’t merely a makeover, it went beyond beauty. It enhanced looks
and everyone they knew were always overly surprised with how good they looked. The secret
was not to be given out, unless they wanted to help other people out with the ritual in the future.
Rich said he would keep it quiet, as he knew it would be better for someone more qualified to do
this. Israel wasn’t too impressed with this, as he was as qualified as her to do this. It was up to
him to help other people out in the future. His right eye was already healed. Israel expressed
how his right eye would look to improve and then worsen in the coming months. It was up to
him to stay calm and let physics take course, meaning, gravity would have an effect on his eye.
“How do I look?”
“Tremendous."
“Thank you, Israel. You’re a sweet-heart."
“Thanks, Rich. You’re a sweetie too."
“What do you want to do?”
“Don’t you have a bank appointment to get ready for?”
“You’re right."
Money wasn’t very important to Rich, as he was already independent with his money. This
placed more value on money, if money had any value at all. Paper held some value, as it comes
from a tree. It was odd to understand how placing a deceased person on a twenty-dollar bill from
another country would lead to the eradication of someone’s problems. Money is a strong
example of colonialism’s impact on Canada and how Canada is historically governed beneath the
veil of another country. This is how we are confused into thinking we are not what we think we
are.
Israel and Rich were up all night working on his self-confidence. Israel was acting as a
counselor. It was hard to be a friend nowadays, as helping a friend out with their problems is
what constitutes a friend, however, no one wants to do this anymore. Most of what friends want
to do is drink together until they have a hangover and then laugh at each other’s hangovers with
pride towards who can drink the most. They then desert each other until their next bout of
drinking which leads to another night of problems which leads to trouble with the law or
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family for the baby to be born into which creates havoc for the child once they are old enough to
hate their parent for not having a family for them to know.
Rich had all of the confidence in the world back in his collateral, going into his bedroom to
put on his best clothes for another trip to the bank. This time he would not leave without
$10,000,000 deposited into his bank account. He was acting confident and wanted to meet an
investments banker about leaking some of this money into his other investments. This would
leave him enough money to contribute to the world without having to worry about not being able
to prosper in the future. It would now be possible to start his first goal of building an athletics
building in his hometown. He wanted to do this, as there was nowhere for him to play basketball
in the winter months when he was a kid. This is why it was important for other people to help
other people when they are able to do it.
“Hi, how are you today?”
“Good, thanks. How are you?”
“I’m good, thanks. What can I help you with today?”
“I have an appointment this morning."
Rich was quickly interrupted.
“Kali will be ready in a moment. Have a seat in the waiting room."
Rich was neither nervous or anxious. His confidence was booming and he was careful to
avoid any mirrors while walking to the bank. It was to be a day filled with fun, when he saw
Matt enter the bank. His heart-beat passed the point of a stroke and he knew Matt was there to
cause controversy over his money, as was noted in their brief conversation on the phone before
he was handed his cheque. Matt looked around as though he were in a city that confused him,
with streets signs and buses that could lead anyone anywhere in the city. It was a small city,
however, nearly as dense as New York. Rich wanted to finish his banking before Matt had a
chance to accost him. Matt turned towards Rich and Rich was called into a secured office.
“Hi, Rich. My name is Kali."
“Pleased to meet you."
“As with you. Now, we have some banking to sort out for you. I see you want some of this
money put into your investments and the rest placed into a separate savings account to
accumulate interest?”
“Correct. I see you have my best interests in mind."
“Excellent, everything is secure. The money is ready to be processed. You don’t have to
worry, when we have an investment this large it is easy to place it into a previous account. It
worked out well, as the previous account is what made this doable to do in the time it took to do
it.”
“Perfect."
Rich was nervous, the palms of his hands began to sweat and his heart-beat slowed. He no
longer had to go to the hospital, he was ready to celebrate with Israel. Rich wanted to keep his
money disclosed, to avoid any unnecessary people annoying him. It was time to leave the bank,
as everything was set. His money was placed into his appropriate bank accounts. Rich wanted
to check the debit machine when he left. He knew this would be a mistake, as Matt could be
lurking around any corner. Rich wondered what Matt was doing on his block. It was likely to
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 “Hi, Rich."
“Rich? May I see your bank card."
“Here it is."
The banker looked up the man’s information and another $10,000,000 cheque with the same
name as the previous client was presented.
“Were you not here a moment ago?”
Matt was trying his con-artistry on a reputable Canadian bank. It wouldn’t take long for the
bank’s security to call the police and see what his fraudulent cheque meant to him.
“Thanks."
“May you have a seat in the waiting room."
Minutes past and two police officers entered the bank looking like they meant to stop a riot.
Matt’s fraudulent behavior would not get past the bank and they were quick to notify the police
officers patrolling nearby that there was a man who was tampering with the identity of a
reputable client. The cheque was worth $10,000,000 which was enough to land the criminal in
jail for fraud. He never had the chance to flee the scene, his criminal behavior was not accepted
and it was time for justice to be seen through the optics of this man. Matt shattered under police
presence and demanded a lawyer. The police officers merely asked him if he was Rich Sapphire
before they read him his rights, he explained he was and this was enough for them to read him
his rights without doubt that he would be prosecuted to the full extent of Canadian law.
Rich was outside on the phone with Israel when he saw Matt in cuffs being thrown into a
police cruiser. This is all he could have asked for, no problems with his money and his enemy
being arrested. Israel was pleased with the news, explaining how everything would work out the
night before. Rich was pacing back and forth, jumping below signs hanging beneath restaurants,
running as fast as possible to slow down to a walk to speed up, and sprint again. This jovial
behavior was long gone from Rich’s life and he wanted to contact Nikki to celebrate. No wonder
she was acting very vibrant when he met her in New York the week before.
It only made sense to meet the woman who made him rich. This woman was supposedly his
Mother. This made Rich strong enough to be a good person, how he was before he was
exasperated by the turmoil of females using stats against him to make him look out to be a bad
person. The way they did this was eerie to Rich and he was left without an answer to how this
worked. He thought either Nikki or Israel would help him out with this. It was his intentions to
bring both together for a party hosted by him, with no one else invited. While he imagined this,
he noticed school children waiting for a bus with a school teacher. He thought that the children
looked poetic, while looking at the future of our planet. Everything a parent would want to see
in their children if they were able to see their children in a setting like this. Without structure
there would be chaos and the children would be running across the road, this is why the school
teacher plays a role that goes unacknowledged by those who have not had a school teacher for a
Mother. Rich’s mother was a school teacher and his most vivid memories he can hold onto are
him in his pyjamas on the love seat being read to by his Mother. This memory was held dear by
Rich, thinking it would be good to call his Mother.
“Good morning, Rich."
“How did you know it was me?”
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 “I got my money."
“Congratulations."
“Thanks, I owe it to you."
“I owe it to you, too."
“Thanks, I feel like nothing matters."
“That’s what money can do."
“Do you want to visit?”
“I could. Remember to keep your focus throughout the first few days. In fact, it would be
best for me to come to see you. Do you know I am your Mother now?”
“I do. Thanks Mom."
“No problem, son."
“When do you want to arrive."
“I already have a flight booked, I’m leaving this afternoon."
“How’d you have the premonition to visit?”
“The Mom in me. I knew you would want to see me."
“I want to know more about this research project."
“That is the main reason I’m flying in."
“Good. I’ll text you where I live, the airport is easy to navigate. The train takes you a block
from my place, I can meet you there."
“See you soon."
The colors were unseen like a movie filled with valleys of green. Nikki was entertained by
the skyline Vancouver offered, walking past movie sets where actors waited somewhere else. It
was a pristine dream that could not be invaded by those wishing to rewind time to a sequence
that was no longer unfair. The research project was faithful with the money they delegated in
giving Nikki, and her son. What was left was nothing that was left to be undone, it was a life
filled with fun. No one could understand the disparity Nikki felt, as she went from poverty to
riches in a matter of a year. It wasn’t easy money, as she had to reproduce a healthy baby that
would give researchers hope for the future in terms of helping prisoners of war understand what
they were suffering from. It wasn’t being born through incest, as the study proved to
demonstrate. This is a misconception in society, as babies born through incest are ridiculed for
having problems with their wisdom. None of this is shown to be an accurate depiction of incest,
however, there were still problems for babies born by incest when being prisoners of war. It had
to be determined whether or not it was the torture they were victims of, or if it was incest what
caused these ailments.
The baby selected for research was to be raised by a foster family that was screened to have
no setbacks in regards to how the baby would be raised. They were purists who were given an
ample amount of money to raise the baby. There would be subsequent tests in relation to how
the baby was developing without needing to know what was going on with the lives of other
children. The research had begun and the baby proved to have no effects of trauma as being born
as a baby born through incest. The study wants to determine why this was happening to the
babies who were conceived through incest in war. The baby was able to sleep without
interruption and she was known to have no problems with her ability to have proper cognition
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tasks such as knowing who was her Mother and not waking up in crying spells like some babies
do when they are not healthy enough to sleep for durations, or periods longer than a few hours.
“How’s the baby?”
Oscar woke up in the middle of the night.
“She’s sleeping well. I have the monitor on, if she needs one of us."
“That’s the way Anna."
It was up to Anna to laugh, as the baby’s Father was being more of a baby than her. The
same pressure relates to other families raising newborns, however, some fail to recognize this
and act unlike parents when a lot rides on their ability to raise a baby with sufficient love to make
an impact on society once the baby develops into a child, teenager and adult.
“I can’t move past the initial rush of feeling like nothing matters anymore."
“Me too, son. I knew about it since we met in New York last spring. I was skeptical it
would work out, and it did."
“What is happening with the baby?”
“The baby is being raised by a responsible family with a lot of funding from the project."
“Do you think it will work out?”
“I’m certain Karli will be healthy, proving the study to be accurate in one dimension of its
research."
“What is the research about."
“The researchers want to see whether Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is in relation to babies
who were conceived through incest in the American war."
Rich interrupted his Mother, before she was able to finish her sentence.
“What’s the American War?”
“The American War is what the Vietnam War is called in Eastern countries."
“Why’s that?”
“It doesn’t make sense for Vietnamese to call a war on their soil a war against them when the
invaders were American. This is why it is called the American War."
“Understood. Sorry to interrupt you, can you finish what you were saying?”
“These ailments plus many more which are being studied are looked at to see whether it is a
specific element of torture while the Mother’s were pregnant which cannot be studied elsewhere
as babies born through incest are not allowed to be born in some countries on this planet. This is
why the study is crucial, as incest is taboo. Babies born through incest are not subjected to
torture as in the American war, which is why there is no control group. They want to see if these
flashbacks and other problems were in response to being born through incest or being in the
womb when this torture was implemented. That’s the goal."
“Thanks Mom, now I have a better understanding of what is going on. Why were we chosen
as a part of the study?”
“You’re a healthy and you were born in an artificial womb."
“I’ve heard of those."
“They had our genetics saved as an egg. You were developed from my embryo."
“I’ve heard of incubators."
“An incubator is what a premature baby is put into when they are born premature. You were
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study, as they had a control. It is an artificial womb filled with amniotic fluid and an artificial
placenta. You were the first baby born through these means without setbacks, meaning you have
no external influences affecting your body today. You are very healthy which is another reason
why you were chosen as the candidate for the babies born through incest study."
Rich knew it would be stressful to figure out his finances, that is why his Mom was there to
provide support for him. His days were dwindling down to nothing before this. Nikki noticed a
change in the look on Rich’s face, leaving it up to God as to how this happened. Some of her
friends had drastic alterations in their faces in the past and it was chalked up as another one of
these mysteries. It was noteworthy for Nikki and Israel to meet, as they were both positive
presences on Rich. Without Israel, Rich would still be looking down the faucet in a whirlwind
wondering where he was going to go with his life. The same could be said about Nikki, as she
was brave enough to take on a controversial research experiment to help the lives of a countless.
It would be inconclusive as to what the number one factor was behind people suffering from
ailments of war, however, the research intended to show that it had nothing to do with babies
born with incest. Sad enough, it was meant to explain how Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, is
bred from Mother’s being subjected to living as prisoners of war. The relation to their children
having the same outcomes as their Mothers was difficult to prove, however, this study was out to
rule out incest as a reason behind this.
By reason it is difficult to understand that incest played a role in the evolution of Homo
sapiens, in reality it is definitely a possibility as our ancestors had to travel large distances living
as nomads 100,000 years ago. We did not have the capability to create fire until this era in time.
The exclusion from other families makes it reasonable to understand that these bands of nomads
were known for inbreeding, which is now commonly known as incest.

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