Meet Al Jameson

Alistair Davis Jameson Sr “Al” Q&A

Hometown: Atlanta, GA

The man nervously peeks his head through the door. His eyes quickly scan the room. “Am I in the right place?” He tentatively asks the interviewer. The interviewer nods his head in assurance. Swiftly, the man crosses the threshold and closes the door behind him. He shoves his hands in the pockets of his khakis as he gingerly approaches the table at the center of the room. He carefully eyes the chair opposite the interviewer. “I guess I’m supposed to sit across from you.” The interviewer nods again. The man kicks the leg of the chair in an effort to move it away from the table. The chair doesn’t budge. The man grumbles under his breath before pulling the chair back from the table with his hand. He plops down in his seat, facing the interviewer. Shoulders slouched; he places both arms on the table with his hands holding opposite elbows. “What do you want to know? Hopefully you didn’t call me in here to ask about Atlanta Skylights. You can read an old newspaper article for that. I have nothing else left to say about Skylights or Owen Chandler.”

Interviewer: Who are you?

Alistair Jameson: [Indistinct mumbling] So this is how we’re going to play this huh? Fine. I’m Alistair Davis Jameson, but please call me Al. I hate being called Alistair. I’m a failed husband, a failed father of two, and a failed businessman.

Interviewer: Oh? Why do you say that Alistair?

Al: [He shrugs] Call me Al and as far as the rest of that stuff, I think it’s pretty obvious. My wife and I can barely stand to be in a room alone together. My son has hot temper with one hell of a rebellious streak to match, and I think you know the rest of the story with my business.

Interviewer: You said father of two. What about your other child?

Al: [A hint of a smile passes his lips] Sage is doing well. She’s more of her mother’s daughter than mine.

Interviewer: How so?

Al: [He shakes his head] She admires her mother and follows her advice.

Interviewer: Is that a bad thing?

Al: It just is what it is.

Interviewer: Care to elaborate?

Al: Yes I do care to elaborate. The answer is I don’t want to. [He massages his temples]

Interviewer: Ok Al, what do you want more than anything?

Al: Christ! That’s an easy question. I’d love a peace of mind more than anything right now. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for. Everyone’s entitled to one.

Interviewer: Tell me more.

Al: [He slouches further down in the chair and folds his arms across his chest] Look, without getting into too much detail, lets just say that I have a lot weighing on me.

Interviewer: Well, how far would you go to get a peace of mind?

Al: For starters, coming into a shitload of money would help. [He mumbled] If I had that, it would really ease some of my troubles. I would almost do anything for it, you know, aside from murder someone. But, I’ve learned that being impulsive can really come back to bite you in the ass.

Interviewer: I’m sorry but I don’t understand. Your wife has a successful career, why do you need money?

Al: [He releases a long sigh and looks down. He props both elbows on the table and rakes both hands though his hair before returning his gaze to the interviewer] It’s complicated and I don’t want to discuss it. Jesus! Talking about it would complicate things, which would just be one more fucking headache!

Interviewer: Why is peace of mind so important?

Al: Well for starters stress kills. I think we can agree on that. Secondly, I haven’t been happy in a long time. It would be nice to know what that feels like again.

Interviewer: How do you feel about the people in your life?

Al: [He huffs before leaning back into the chair. He runs his hand through his hair again before crossing his arms over his chest] That’s an interesting question. I’m not sure I’ve ever vocalized how I genuinely feel about anyone recently.

Interviewer: Take your time. Why don’t you start with your wife and kids?

Al: Tssk. My wife. Alice and I have grown apart over the past few years, even before the Owen Chandler shit happened. She’s been focused on her career and making sure the family presents the perfect image to the public. I can’t remember the last time we’ve had a real profound conversation. Lately, everything is about money, reputation, and me getting back to work. My son, AJ, and I get along pretty well. He’s actually the closest thing that I have to a friend. [He sucked his teeth] Fucking pitiful. I should be his father, not his friend. [He sighs] He’s a sharp kid, very sharp. [He pauses to rub his chin] Definitely not someone Alice can easily bully. He stands up to her shit. I do worry that his smart as mouth will get him in trouble some day. My daughter Sage is a sweetie. She reminds me of Alice before money and fame blackened her soul. However, I can see Dr. Alice slowly corrupting her sweet nature.

Interviewer: How so?

Al: I don’t know. I guess I just wonder what her path in life would have been if her mother weren’t so insistent about her choosing a particular career. I just don’t want her mother’s ambitions to overshadow and corrupt her sweet spirit.

Interviewer: How do you feel about yourself Al?

Al: [He laughs bitterly] A failure that puts himself in fucked up situations. I think that succinctly sums it up. Are we done here? I would like to go home and numb my misery with a cup of bourbon and good TV show before Alice gets home.

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