Post by vagus32000 on Feb 21, 2009 18:48:44 GMT -5
Adam Vagus strolled along the famous Walk of Fame and admired the star of his favorite actors. Abbot and Costello, Gene Autry, Lucille Ball, he liked the old actors instead of the new ones. Today's stars were nothing compared to these giants. The men weren't real men and the women weren't real women. In the old movies men were tough and didn't go around telling women their feelings, they instead took them and showed them with a passionate kiss. Likewise women, while they had some steel in them, were women. They were emotional, tender, and caring. Sure some of them were tough and that was OK but nothing like they were portrayed today. The old movies were realistic in the sense that no 5 foot tall 93 lbs woman went around KOing 6' 200+ lbs guys with a few punches and kicks. That was pure fantasy outside the world he lived in, the world Hollywood knew nothing about.
Ya see Adam was a wolf, a werewolf to be exact, and he lived in that shadowy world where the fantastic was possible so long as one either drank blood or howled at the moon. It was a world he both liked and despised. Liked because for the most part he loved being a wolf, despised because he hated fearing the full moon and envied the vamps over their healing powers. That was a big advantage they had and he hated it to no end.
Adam walked over to his favorite star, The Duke. Now THERE was a real man. Adam had tried to model his life upon the image he had of John Wayne and felt that overall he had been successful. "I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted, and I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other people, and I require the same from them," he said repeating a famous line of The Duke's from his last movie, The Shootist. "Some of that I still have problems with but I think I'm getting there Duke." He stood there just looking at the star and comparing himself to the life of one of his tow heroes, the other being his father. If he could be like these two men he'd have it made.
Ya see Adam was a wolf, a werewolf to be exact, and he lived in that shadowy world where the fantastic was possible so long as one either drank blood or howled at the moon. It was a world he both liked and despised. Liked because for the most part he loved being a wolf, despised because he hated fearing the full moon and envied the vamps over their healing powers. That was a big advantage they had and he hated it to no end.
Adam walked over to his favorite star, The Duke. Now THERE was a real man. Adam had tried to model his life upon the image he had of John Wayne and felt that overall he had been successful. "I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted, and I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other people, and I require the same from them," he said repeating a famous line of The Duke's from his last movie, The Shootist. "Some of that I still have problems with but I think I'm getting there Duke." He stood there just looking at the star and comparing himself to the life of one of his tow heroes, the other being his father. If he could be like these two men he'd have it made.