Football, Football Manager and getting high were the most important things in this guy’s life. Girls came much later in the list of things to do in life.
He was cocky, funny but at the same time he meant no harm to anyone. Except Liverpool fans of course. He knew what he wanted in life, he knew what to give a fuck about. He didn’t have many friends, he wasn’t popular in school or college. He wasn’t particularly good looking. You could say he was a geek. But, there was one thing that set him apart from the rest of the crowd. He would never betray anyone of his friends. Even in a situation where he would get screwed, he never betrayed. If he made a promise he would keep it up whatever may be the situation.
Now, generally for a guy like this life should be smooth as sexual lubricant but life has other plans for him.
"Everybody is a cunt"
Or
As the feminists would like it, "Everybody is fucked up"
"Drugs are not always a bad thing"
"Adversity might not get the best out of you"
Whatever's written above are just some of the blatant truths we've been exposed to all our lives but chose to ignore them because of the unseen force which exists in the society as we know it.
Now, to the story.....................
He was stranded on a highway, quite literally in the middle of nowhere. All he could see was a fine tar road and indistinct flora on the sides. All he could remember was crashing onto his bed the night before. He took out his smartphone but there was nothing he could do with that as it was not receiving any kind of a signal. He checked his wallet for some money and to his surprise all he could find was a bunch of credit cards and his debit card. There was nothing he could do with them in the place he was in. There was no establishment in sight. Absolutely nothing.
Looking around he lit a cigarette, he had a decision to make. Whether to go up the road or down the road. It was a pretty tough choice because there was nothing on either side. He started walking up the road smoking his cigarette. He kept walking miles after miles, he couldn't spot a milestone anywhere. There was nothing on the road not even a stop sign.
He walked, walked and walked up the road, there was no sign of anything. The road just continued like it was a stairway towards the heaven. At least that's what he hoped. He just buckled up and started walking again. After walking for an hour or so he spotted something like a house far away. He was drained out but he mustered up enough energy to walk till that house like structure.
It took him about 20 minutes of brisk walking to reach that place. It wasn't a house, it was just a destroyed shelter. He was disappointed, angry and frustrated at the same time. And the fact that he had no fucking idea how ended up here in this God forsaken place irked him much more.
He sat on a rock nearby to relax and also to figure out a way to get out of the situation he was in. He couldn't think of anything, there was absolutely nothing he could do. Then a husky voice called him from behind
