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How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist : Part 2

This is a continuation of the story, How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist Part 1. If you haven't read that already, you should do so before reading this article.

Papa was notorious for being in contact with everyone in the pickup scene. I couldn't blame him, either - he was the business side of "Real Social Dynamics", a company that taught seminars and workshops to aspiring players. Not surprisingly, he was the only person at the seminar that I knew.

In order to extract every last precious second out of my experience, I had gotten on the earliest flight to Chicago that I could book. I called Papa when I arrived at the hotel at 10am. I could hardly make out his voice. He'd been out in the clubs until very late and was still sleeping.

Hospital "Final Days"

On Wellington Street

“I have tried very hard to not get overwhelmed by all of this. But last night she told me that she was going to die, and that she needed help going through the gates. I haven't been to church in years. If I had any faith before, the process of watching her degrade truly destroyed any idea of God's mercy, of an overall plan. Now there is simply coincidence. So when she told me that she needed my help to go through the gate I had to answer her simply.

“I can't help you do that. Only God can take us, and only in his time. Not ours.”

She didn't seem satisfied with that answer, and honestly, neither was I. It was just me trying to give her an answer she would accept, not one I believed in. She insisted that she was going to die tonight, but it was the statement that folled that caused me to have terrible nightmares that night, and caused me to wake up with these...feelings.

“God won't have me,” she said. “I want to go through the other gates. I want to go to Her.”

I asked her what she was talking about, who she was talking about. I didn't know what I expected her to say. I haven't found much reason in her words in a while, though that did not diminish my desire to try and help her.

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