The Pedestal.

It wasn't always this easy.

FOREWORD.

What follows will never be turned into a Hollywood blockbuster. There is no "hero's journey." There is no hero. Just a collection of characters who speak for themselves. To each other. And to you.

If I've done my job well, you will find a dark and brooding, intense, and painfully candid meditation on—not the dark side of the city or the temptations of the night but something all together more perverse—human nature. And if there's a brothel involved, it's the one we're all familiar with, the one outside the door, the one we wake up to everyday, the one some call "necessity" and others "opportunity." The one called the real world. Everything else pales by comparison.

Everyone brings to a work of art their own understanding—conceits they rush to assert and assumptions they rush to defend. Everything I've written is meant to challenge what you know and think you know. All of it. And each of you.

In broad daylight. At dusk. At 3:00 AM. A quick glance. An outstretched arm. Their pleas are interrupted by the flash and the momentary deafness brought on by a gunshot at point blank range.

It wasn't always this easy.

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