Knocking on Heaven's Door...literally.

My buddy, Vincent, and I are comfortable enough with each other to talk about anything. We've known each other since we were freakin' 13, man that was a loooooong time ago.... Coincidentally, apparently my mom use to be his kindergarten teacher! That's him on the left, beside Da Bi.

Don't know how da hell we managed to keep in touch all these years, different classes, I moved away, didn't have e-mail then, stayed away for the next 10 years and here we are, back to square 1. He and I are another testament that men and women can be platonic and still hang out.

Last weekend, we caught up with each other over tea and got talking about all kinds of shit. Due to the nature of his job, Vincent has travelled the world, seen alot of shit, met alot of people, eaten alot of food. He ate curry for breakfast everyday for more than 2 weeks straight and had the major runs after while in India, dared to eat balut - a nearly fully developed embryo of a baby duck, feathers, bones, beak and all - and chickened out (pun intended) in the Philippines, paid a poor boy living in a mud hut, food and clothes in Ethiopia and met Gene Simmons, frontman of KISS, known for his demonic make up, and declared him a 'chi ko pek', dirty old man . As you can all imagine, he's got some pretty amazing stories to share.

One of the most memorable ones was an incident that he witnessed in Singapore itself. He was in a sleazy part of town, picking up some equipment at a rental place and right beside it is a whorehouse. He saw an old man, in his 80s wobbling up the stairs of the whorehouse with his walking cane. An hour later, when he was heading outside for a smoke, he saw an ambulance pull up outside the whorehouse. Guess what? The old man had died in bliss.

That's some way to go, eh? How about an express ticket to heaven? He thought he was in heaven when he was inside some hooker, then voila, he's literally inside the gates of heaven! I mean, seriously, at least this man died happy. Not a bad way to go...

Which got me thinking, what about the hooker? I mean, she must be fuckin' traumatized out of her fuckin' mind! Here she is, thinking she is doing an old grandpa a favour by giving him the best hard on an 80 year old man can have, then he goes and dies on her, IN her. Man...that's traumatic...like, shit, man...can she ever perform again, knowing that something like this may happen to her again? Or she brushes it off like this was another used condom?

Shit happens. I think since the hooker has decided on this very lucrative profession, she has obviously learnt to detach herself from her clients. Sure, she may be a bit shaken from it, but she'll get over it. Who knows, she may even brag about how she brought a man to fulfillment during the last throes of passion. Quite a title, don't you think? I mean at the end of the day, it may not bring the superstitious old men to her door since they'll be too freaked out that by doing so, they'll be advertently knocking on heaven's door. However, her reputation to bring a man to such orgasmic fruition will be quite the talk of the town, don't you think?

Folks, don't blame me for being heartless. I'm just keeping it real.

What do you think would happen to this hooker?

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Lady P.