Hank was eager to get back to his writer’s loft right away. Friends and acquaintances never understood why he wanted to spend so much time in the quiet isolation of the loft. They badgered him relentlessly, claiming he lived like a monk. They didn’t understand this passion for what moved in his veins, how this kept him happy in his writer’s loft. That was until now.
He strode over to the black truck in the library parking lot, and climbed in behind the wheel. There was a time when he only dreamed of owning the truck, and then he bought the vehicle with a piece of paper. This was not the first time, either. Hank manifested his very first car as he was graduating from college. In college he didn’t understand how the car showed up that way, he didn’t care. As his knowledge of how things really work advanced, he began to understand and to teach others how to get the things they wanted.
He had recently taken a piece of paper to his local banker. The paper showed Hank’s success as a writer being rewarded. Previous to that point, Hank never wanted to borrow money, and was waiting for the right circumstance to bring him the cash. That perspective changed when he read a book about The Disney Brothers, Walt and Roy. They too did not want to build their business on borrowed money. However, if they could make back each month more than the installment payment called for, it was a sound business decision. That was good enough for Hank.
The bank lent him the money based on the strength of that paper. Hank also used his own “User Friendly Physics” to produce that piece of paper. What he didn’t yet realize was that these same physics were about to take him to death’s door.
As he climbed into the truck, Hank was noticed by two girls walking up the library sidewalk. He didn’t notice them noticing him. He was deliriously absorbed, thinking about Aladdin’s Lamp and Ali Baba.
Besides, Hank had reached the place in his heart that he no longer needed another person to make him happy. This was quite a great place to be based on the previous turmoil that he brought himself and others in previous relationships. Asking for happiness on a continuous basis brought him just that, and he was grateful. Physical yearnings for someone intimate always presented themselves, however he had his own methods of relief from that.
So it was nothing new, not noticing others noticing him. What he also didn’t notice was that someone else was watching him, and this time it had nothing to do with physical attraction.