Mr. Bossman's Daughter: Jonesing for Ariel

There sat a man alone on a chair in the middle of a small windowless room. The room was wrapped in soft blues from the ceiling to the walls to blue azure pattern floor. The man at a glance could be in his late 20’s but as you stare… no he could be possibly in his 30’s. He was well dressed but again after closer inspection had a well worn outfit whose best days are behind it. His eyes are what held you captive as the room starts to fade away. Those green eyes with a warm almost dollar bill green look, sparked and his smirk grew to a smile as he leaned forward to rest on his forearms on his knees. Then he starts to tell you his story... “If I share my story with you, will you share your dollar with me? Don’t ya worry, I will go first. Then if you enjoy it for a while, please share that dollar for a while more.  Before the VID, I was a person of note. Now I’m no longer needed and sent along like so many. Just looking for that next dollar.  Now my story has gone from pen to paper, paper to blog, blog to vlog, vlog to here, now here to maybe everywhere?  Yes, I was born to a poor family.  How poor you wonder? Well, as a child was blissfully unaware how little we actually had. Sure father was angry, always angry and that’s how I lost my mother. When the flashing blue lights show up later, that’s when I last saw my father. Sure the state tried placing me with some family. Then anyone who felt I was worth the trouble for the dollar I earn them. It never lasted long and eventually was old enough to be tossed out to live in the land of the free. Ho Ho o that joy.” The man then leaned back off his forearms but never release his smile or spark in those green eyes. “Then work this job, that job, any job. Cleaning floors, then dishes, upgraded to food. Anything to keep those lights glowing and to chase away those familiar pains of hunger. That’s when I saw her. The boss’s daughter.” For the first time he breaks eye contact and looks up to the left while crossing his arms. His smile breaks open enough to see a few of his pearly white’s. “Ho Ho. That’s when life changed.”  His glaze ends and returns the focus back to you. Somehow the rest of the world seems to melt away again leaving you as the last person left in it. “That’s when those extra jobs were more than just survival but hope. Hope at catching her eye. Hope of something more. A realization that life had meaning and survival wasn’t enough any longer.” Again his smile opens enough see although times could be tough it never stops the man from brushing! “Sure when boss saw me with that light in my eye… he sent me looking for that next dollar BUT he didn’t send me away from Ariel the Mr. Bossman’s daughter! That light was still gleaming in my eyes and burning in my soul.”  The next few days I wrote down his story...