NobodysPreference Br0thah's blog: "Today's Stories"

He walked alone.
  The Ocean of human faces all around him, never noticed him at all...which was perfectly natural for him.  He was,
the last of his Family. Everyone else had died, and he was alone in the world now. His home was only a One Room
place above a seedy Bar and Grill. He was Retired, and collected his monthly Social Security, only to spend as little
of it as possible while saving most of the rest.
  Oh, he'd Invested a good portion of it. Got some Timely Returns in a couple of well-placed Stocks. He was in the
process of building a genuine and profitable Net-Worth. No One Else noticed either. No One Else knew. Even if he'd 
told the entire planetary population, No One would listen to him. See him. Hear him. Smell or even Touch him. He
was for all intents and purposes, Invisible!
  He rode the Bus almost every day. Paid his Rent on time. Paid his bills also on time. Had built up Excellent Credit
and one day even bought himself a fairly nice Truck. He'd spent most of his days sitting on the waterfront downtown
and fed the only friends he'd had left in the world: The Birds.
  He'd written a couple of books. Oh he'd gotten some Notariety for awhile, but then it too, faded away to nothing 
after several months. Then everyone forgot about him again. He was in his Middle Sixties, so for him, Bars and The 
Proverbial Nightclubs were no longer an Option for his Nighttime Entertainment. Certainly not these days. There
were too many stories of people his age getting robbed by younger people. Craftier. Sneakier. More Bloodthirsty.
He'd heard stories of Older People near or at his age getting killed by such. So he stayed away from those places.
  Yes, he'd even bought some Fun for himself: He'd hired a couple of well-known Nighttime Lady Companions to
keep him company periodically. Yet, they were expensive, and he'd ensured that they never knew just how much 
money he really had. He knew that both of them were backed by the Entertainment Firm that employed them. 
He also knew that, it had a reputation of 'Enforcing' some repeat established Customers into 'Giving Charitably'.
That of course meant, being violently robbed.
  He lived this way for another ten years, until, at the tender young age of 78, he'd finally passed away.
  He'd left the Sum of just over $156,000,000 dollars to the only relatives he'd had left on The Planet, and his 
Attorneys followed his Directives as he wished to the letter. No one came to his Funeral:
  
  It was just over a month later, that two men showed up at Katrisha's front door. Her firstborn daughter Raye
Ann, answered it. Her yonger Siblings, DeVonn, and Chiarra standing behind her. The men asked for their Mother,
and when Katrisha had come to the door to see who it was, they simply handed her an envelope.
  There was a note and a Credit Union Deposit Certified Check with a Signature she'd never thought to have ever
seen again in life.
Kat:

   I know I was never the Father you needed and for that, I'm so sorry. I don't blame you for never wanting to see
or hear from me ever again. As you read this, I'm dead and buried now, in an Unknown Grave. This; however, will
ensure that you and My Grandchildren, have a much better life in this cruel world, than I did. Inasmuch as you 
may not believe it. Believe that it is true. The money is indeed real. I Love You All. Goodbye.

Your Non-Existent Father.




Finis.