Searching For Love In Darkness
As I look over my right shoulder, I notice a tall white man, easily over the age of 60, pacing rather quickly towards the now closed mall. While I watch him move amongst the locals, I have trouble not feeling ashamed or even a little hate towards what he is about to do. This man, who could possibly have a daughter of his own, is going to purchase one of the hundreds of young girls standing outside the bars displaying themselves as “products”. However, what I didn’t realize is that he is probably staying for a couple months and each night will...