A World for Alan

I am a loser. 19 years old, unloved and underappreciated, even in my own family. I see the looks, I hear their whispers, I know what they think of me.

It's not all their fault though, I know how creepy I can seem. Always leering at my family, I spent most of my formative years a Peeping-Tom, always looking for a hint of flesh from my Mom and Sisters. Peaking at keyholes, hiding in closets.

But can you blame me?