Stat

I am not anonymous anymore. There's no such concept in my world .

If there is another prophet in this story, it would be one of my English professors, who was very good at his job. I wrote a true short work for a fiction writing class, and tried to pass it off, unsuccessfully. Among many of his criticisms, he had one biting remark, I'll never forget it, "She's smarter than she thinks she is," about me, referring to me, the whore and my job, particularly my relationship with one client, Morpheus.

Years later, he was right. I was acting on a bold overestimation of my abilities and a blind ignorance of the variables flying around me, bullets zooming past my head on a daily basis. Danger.

I thought I was smart. I thought the piece was smart too. It had smart words. But anyone can pull out smart words, but it takes someone who is intelligent to use them correctly--but better--to live a careful life.

Fearlessness is for fools. And for the lucky.

I can say that because I'm statistic.