Chapter 1

The whole world want to live a different story. I smirked. A dream that is not possible. Government are wise. They know how to add more suffering.

I sipped my alcohol. A disguise. The original alcohol is actually X-MAN, one medium size 200ml and one small size 100ml. And now poured in a Fearless energy drink container. With additional 300ml natural water. Of course it made it lose the original taste. But is staying alive not more important than getting damaged by alcohol?

People were walking by. Why would they not? Here is my office. And they’re going wherever they want to go. Some look happy. Some disgusted. The happy ones smiled at me as they passed. Occasionally some are calling my name. I nodded to them all. I just glared at the disgusted ones. Who cares? Their problem.

Life is all about misleading people. You wanted to become a billionaire? You become a millionaire first. You want to travel abroad? You travel through your country, interstate. Then you travel abroad. You wanted to settle down and start building your own family? You get yourself a partner first, then you both lied to each other until you’re both blue on the face. And finally, you both said Okay, let’s stop lying, let’s see where this relationship is taking us. And boom! One of you get pregnant and the other started running around trying to be a good husband, a good father, only to get smacked in the face with bûllshît parents and inlaws. Excellent.

I glanced inside my office. Because it’s not really an office. It’s a shop. A shop disguised as a liquor shop. A shop where people come to buy their favourite drinks only to manage to get two out of seven different types they want. They always complain. I always ignore them. Because I already made the name of the business sound strange. In the six feet by two feet banner outside, it read: Drink Like Legends. So if a customer wanted to complain and lament that he couldn’t find his favourite drink. I would say, Drink like legends, okay? Which I am unashamed about. Since you couldn’t find your favourite drink in my shop, it mean it’s not part of the drink I am interested in selling. So get the fück out!

Looking at the time. 17:20. No sales since morning. I resumed at twelve o’clock in the afternoon anyway. I shrugged. No qualm. This establishment is really not for average people anyway. And if no one comes to buy, I will always drink my shît. I smiled. Major reason I opened the liquor shop. A safe place for me to carry out my mission. I’m a long distance jogger. And a badass when it comes to dealing with business tycoons. They always thought they’re smart. They’re not. All they do is bûllshît their way into human mind. And feed people with all kind of bûllshît emotional lies to make them buy their things. But either way, I couldn’t blame them. Since life is run on pretentious altitude. You appear bigger outside only to be tiny inside. Crâzy people.

I stood up. There was two girls walking past the tiny street. Women, not girls. They both have kids behind and in front of them. I wonder when they started having kids, the two of them are not that old, are they? One was wearing black gown. One bûllshît Ghana-must-go design sack unreasonably packaged and tied was placed rigidly on top of her head. She was holding it with two hands and the kids walking on in the front by themselves. The other lady was a little bit better. But more worse compare their outlook. The one with rigid load on her head look exactly beautiful than the one walking behind. Both with kids. Or both already born two kids each.

“Well done sir,” the lady with rigid load said. I looked at her and nodded. The other lady didn’t say anything. I walked on, since my initial plan of standing up is to go and ease myself.

“Do you know him?” I heard the second lady, asking the one with rigid load.

“Yes,” I heard the lady with rigid load answer. “Actually he is good at running around. Day and night he is always there. I always thought he had nothing important to do with his life.”

They were talking low, but I could hear them, clearly. But then I was smiling. Because mostly people always thought I had nothing much going on in my life.

“Did he have a girlfriend?” now they were buying something at the forth shop alongside my liquor looking like office shop. “At least he should. You know, if he can jog he can also do that thing right?”

Huh? What kind of thinker is this? No wonder she said nothing when her friend greeted me. Dirty mind.

I felt the girl with rigid load chuckled. I looked back at them. They were busy with whatever they were buying. She said, “I know one of his girlfriends. His name is Lake Chas.”

What? I double checked the girl. Do I know her? Not sure. I changed my direction and walked straight to them.