I am what they call the King of Hearts.
What it means is that I am the typical playboy they call, the one that takes hearts and the one that breaks them, and turns them to dust. But in reality, you will die when you broke a heart and that's very dramatic.
But I am not the clichéd playboy who will stop when I met someone who is what they call, "The love of my life". That's bullshit because being a playboy is being a jerk and a jerk is always a jerk. How could I be changed if that same person you fall in love every time-mark this word-dies every lives you lived.
And you ask me, every time I fall in love? With the same person? Yes, you heard it right. I always fall in love with the same person.
And you ask me, every life you lived? Well, that's shit because I'm immortal.
And being an immortal sucks me big time. Yes, you don't die, you get to live for the rest of your life and you should enjoy it. It's a curse to me being immortal.
You watch everyday people live, change, and die. My favorite part is watching people die.
Come to think about the art of dying. There so many types of preparation for dying that I can't mention that much, because who gives a shit about them?
I lived in many generations. Lost Generation, Greatest Generation, Silent Generation, Baby Boomers, Generation X, Millennial Generation, and the recent, Generation Z, which is the worst generation I lived in.
My God, this generation is the worst because they don't care about what's happening around them. They just look at their tiny screen in their hands, making status updates or tweeting or taking pictures and all that crazy shit. But if they care, they are a bunch of hypocritical wayward bimbos who they think if they share a picture of the Messiah they will go to heaven or if they ignore it, they will go to hell and meet Lucifer. That would be awesome.
Because I'm an immortal, I have gotten to many places but what keen my interest was the Hewlett Academy. Getting in the school was a big pain in the ass but it was all worth it. Living immortal doesn't mean that when you start a pig, you will be a diamond someday.
Some parts of my life, I became a mud many times and got lucky for handling some gold in my life.
This time I went back to mud and was back to being a gigolo shithole.
And then that's how the Lord discovered me.
Of course not that kind of way you're thinking. He was with a slut.
He saw me just got doped by the husband's clients and was groping me and I barely wailed like a dying pig when he was gripping my hair out of the room where his wife and I do our thing.
And before he hit my face with his big fist, I freeze him. Not ice freeze but molecular freeze. Then I got my chance to get out of that shithole, get his wallet and his wife's and escape my way out.
By the time I got out, I was being followed, by the Lord. And the rest was history.
So shit to the new enrolee in that academy, he or she just got lucky in staying to that boarding school, she'll be getting many supplies of food, water, and shit weeds.
Then maybe I could hit on her if it's her. If it's a guy, then the girls would be happy.
Shit, my life was nothing in track, since I always lose her. And sometimes I give up finding her, wondering if she lives, laughs and loves.
I pray to the constellation of the stars and the Lord Almighty that destiny would keep us apart. Because if we're together, everything goes chaos.
Because if we are together, our love is a curse.