T h e H o o k e r D a n a A good girl from a good home throws all comfortable a "normal" things in life down the drain, and becomes the cheapest street-dwelling hooker available out of a mere self-destructive impulse. A Roman by Yonny Love (citruslove12@yahoo.com) All Right Reserved to ©Yonny Love, 2004 P r e f a c e I've ruined my life. No, truly, this is it: I'd had a life, and I've destroyed it, simply at my ease. No one forced me to do it; it has been all my project. C'mon Dana, I told myself unconciously, why to have this comfy life, when all is tidy neatly and everything is well aqnd finely secured? Let's risk things! Let's throw safety out of the window, and economical security down the drain. Let's be wild! But I guess, I really should start this all by introducing myself. So, hello, my name is Dana and I'm a whore. Nice to meet you. No. I must rephrase it, for it would be more accurate: Hello, my name is Dana, and I'm the stupidest person alive, who chose to be a cheap street-dwelling prostitute, inspite of the fact, that she had every other choice being handed to her upon a silver-tray. Now, how is THAT for a self-destructive neurosis? I should be the number 1 choice as an issue for the most ironic joke ever! Just for you to understand things now I was born 25 years ago, as Dana Luberstein, daughter of the successful lawyer Adam Luberstein and the highschool principle, Edna Luberstein-Levin. Oh, you must be thinking - now we've found it, the main cause to this drastic flaw in her personality! Her workaholic, career-centered parents! Ho, How Much easier would things have been for my concious, had it been so! But sorry dudes, you're WRONG: My parents have always been the most compassionate, listening AND sensitive people I have ever known. They did all they had possibly could and tried their best in order to prevent my degradation but, everything they had done was just for vain: I wanted to be ruined. I guess it was just my destiny, to destroy myself you know the greeks held the faith, that a person's character is his fate in life. I do fully believe that, too, as there's no other logical reason to explain, why should my life have taken the path I so I'd, blindly, kept telling myself, up until it has just become too late wanted the least of all to occur. In my childhood and youth, all had been great: I'd been among the best pupils at schools, received grades, that had always varied between good and excellent, had several good friends, was the chief- editor of the highschool newspaper, and even arranged the class-party for the school-year's end when I was 17. But it had been right back then, by that specific summer, that all things had started to go downhill. I fell inLove with some motorcycle-rider, Iddo, who was just the most handsome and gorgeous and sexy and hot and whatever else you might call it in the entire school. So, needless to say he had better, more attractive options than the nerd, though somewhat popular, girl from the next block. But anyway, for a while it seemed - to me however that he had honestly chose ME to be his prime girlfriend for the next and last - school-year to come. Boy, had I been wrong! It is so incredibly funny now, to think just how mature I had, back then, thought him to be considering how terribly childish he truly was. The guy just had 4 things on his mind: Sex, motorcycles, basketball and beer. And even at these few proffessionalities, his taste had been a disaster! "Sex" meant that the girl should lie down, without moving and preferrably without even breating, while he "da bull", as he so stupidly defined himself was entering her and emptying his stupid balls inside her (and, needless to say no condoms, nor pills, were heard of around THIS neanderthal's ever-so-primitive domain ); had the girl moved, or said anything let alone scream, god forbid! he would IMMEDIATELY slap her and cry out, "how can I concentrate like that, ha, stupid female?" yes just like that. Whenever he'd mounted a motorcycle, nobody's life around him had been safe he was driving through parks, sidewalks, red lights and stop signs like some maniac from hell (and I still cannot explain, how did it took him almost eight months to "finally" hit a 3 year old girl on the pedestrian-lane and causing her to spend all the rest of her life in a wheel-chair which had, at last, sent him into jail for half a year, and waiting four more years, before he could drive again a car this time; recently, by the way, I'd heard his name again he was fasting to over 180 KM per hour near a kinder- garden, drove over 3 little boys and their pregnant mother and was sent again to jail, for 5 years this time; I wonder, when will he be able to slughter innocent pedestrians again in 2009, or already by the beginning of 2008? Well who gives a damn). When regarding his basketball achivements, here I've got to admit he did have something in him; but, as for his taste in beer During my street-career, I had been forced to drink several shocking substances (we'll come to that part later, don't worry); but, ABSOLUTLY NONE of them had even been half as terrible, as his version to beer which, to top it all, he'd always called "divine". So, why DID I fall inLove with such a degenerated bastard? I can think of only two possible reasons: 1) I was unbelievably stupid, and 2) Already then, my only real and honest dream, had been one: destroying myself completely. I am totally unable to find any other reason for this, I'm sorry.