Marketing the Wolf: American Part I

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'time-capsule' of a man whose werewolf 'condition' draws a special superstition-image of precious Earth (for him).

A lycanthropy vignette loosely inspired by The Wolfman (Benicio del Toro). Enjoy!

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I was entranced by the wolf when I was a young man and I learned to look into its eyes and it seemed to wait patiently for me, as if I was thinking about myself, my spirit. After college, I began transforming into a werewolf, knowing I'd been able to sense some form for its special intelligence about focus and sensitivity, and that's what my story concerns, the search for sanity despite my special 'human' condition and my work with blood-diamonds and my love of chess and antiterrorism infiltrations in the post-9/11 era Homeland, which (honestly) is a good storyboard for modern social-media culture/flowery.

My work with blood-diamond research (Interpol-relation?) after college in New Orleans brought me to special commerce-landscape sensitivity awareness about fortune-readings and intuitions for commerce/ambition, and these 'thoughts' brought to my mind that special image of traffic-spirit and consumerism-lifestyle defense(s), perhaps/especially during Mardis-Gras materialism.

PAMELA: You like James Bond movies (a lot)?
ME: I'm lucky to have met you at a WalMart, since my mom likes that.
PAMELA: You really love your mom, don't you?
ME: She's no angel; she's one of those 'hard-broads' and I'm her knight!
PAMELA: Cool.
ME: I'm lucky to have met you at a WalMart (Saturday afternoon).
PAMELA: James Bond fan, right?
ME: You're right...maybe I've some secrets to expose (for you).
PAMELA: Hey, if you're a 'private' fellow, then power(s) to you (ok).
ME: That's wisdom (material!).
PAMELA: What's with the wolf-ring (silver)?
ME: Something about the humility of moonlight; the quest for magic.
PAMELA: Humility...or ambition?
ME: Both (thanx for asking).
PAMELA: Are you 'frightened' of werewolves/lycanthropy?
ME: Lucky to have met a schoolteacher at a WalMart.
PAMELA: You're quite the talker about mysticism/myth, my man.

ME: Good for social media (right?).

Pamela'd brought calm to my isolationist-life, and I became something more of a Romanticist because of her, and I'm writing this bio-tale in this photo-filled time-capsule so some future philosopher/educator/anthropologist might find some Rationalism for a future-Earth of more 'grounded' journalism, which we lack currently (arguably!). Well, Pamela loves luchi-bread, and I like serving that (for her). However, she'll never know my secrets about 'James Bond' bank-heists for gem-swaps (blood-diamonds) for insurance-IQ/journals in North America (Interpol-relations?), and she'll never know of my werewolf-ID. However, Pamela will always be my fave-poster of luchi-comments on Facebook/social-media (surely).

I remember reading in John Milton's first work of the curious supposition that Satan's challenge to God's kingdom involved a 'serious' focus on a pseudo-Machiavellian rebellion against the vanity-thrones/possessions of the creativity of God and why Satan's 'legion' resembled a 'pack-of-wolves' thinking of the mechanics-deconstruction of the scales/pyramids of man's self-made vanity 'rich' civilization of ambition/angst. I thought about this ideation and I thought about my werewolf-ID and why I'm relaying this tale of the consciousness, of a real-life Earth 'werewolf-man' who considers this dark 'adventure' of self-awareness worth the bookseller's notice and worth the sociologist-examination(s). If the Devil is a wolf, and I'm like Job (Bible), then the pursuit of lycanthropy-study, in the American landscape, by a 'good-fellow' like me, perhaps illuminates our manmade 'fascination' with the arrows of momentum (for wills, furies, paranoias, loves, failures, restorations, and perhaps even American banks).