Today was the first day of my business "Adam's Abortions." Who would've thought that ripping fetuses from their mothers' wombs could make such a profit?
My first customer happened to be a young woman, approximately my age, who had just "lost herself" for the first time. That was how she put it. She lost herself and she told me about it. Why did she lose herself? She thought that he was the one. Why did she tell me about it? Because I'm the one erasing any visible trace of it ever happening. I am like God to her, and this is her form of prayer, of acknowledgment; that and her down payment.
She was a relatively "good" girl. She never smoked, thought it was disgusting. The only time she drank was with her family at a wedding, and she vowed (a funny pun) never to drink again. She was just confused at an age where confusion tends to be the only clear way to think. I assume she was confused again today when she thought that taking out a baby would somehow make her better in her's and everyone's eyes. That may be so. In her eyes, she's a better person, and when she dances with a new boy at prom and forgets about everything, that may be so. That may be so...
I'm not going to go through any details of the abortion, because that's not what this is about. I'll give you three guesses on what this is about. Ready? Go.
