I’m finishing up my short, short novelette entitled simply the “Asian American Eves”. Characters based on the gals who did the photo shoot — Sandy, Cindy, Belle, Luann, and Clara — for my, now in limbo, asian-america.com site. AAE will be a prelude to my planned novel as part of my “Wisdom As Immortality” series. I’ll let ya’ll know when it is done…
– e.e. cummings, writer
Therefore, I offer the following:
Once upon a time, there existed many men who had survived their adolescent years as young adults — partying, heart breaks, studying, working on low wages — learning the hard lessons of becoming a responsible people. But they spent most of their “alone”-time fantasizing about having that ultimate life. Upon entering their mid-lives, they became stable through getting a college degree, finding a job, marrying and having children to continue this “ultimate life fantasy”. Then, one particular night, these group of men decided to throw a party for themselves — hired a bunch of strippers, stocked up on alcohol, and got some old school beats bumpin’ by an old friend who use to DJ — to keep the mood of their “ultimate life fantasy” going. At this party, they compare their notes of where they work, whom they are married to, how many children they have — while flirting with the strippers. After this party, they all went home to their cars, recently purchased homes, and aging family — ready to sleep off their alcohol and promising “the code” of not telling anyone about the events at this party. They all smiled, but not to themselves, wondering if they will ever achieve this “ultimate life fantasy”.
I know, why would I want to immortalize that? I think there’s a moral here but I doubt it because I just made that shit up in the last 15 minutes. I hope y’all didn’t waste your time time just now.
Come back again now, ya heard me?