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Prologue

"Welcome to Selfishland where everything has a price. Here is the place where everybody goes after facing society's true beauty and pureness. We have sarcasm, sex, satanism and many people who couldn't care less about others."

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"Procrastination isn't a sin, is it?" Nick played his hand and leaned back on his chair.
"Not really, why?"
"Because if it was, I couldn't marry Veronica."
"You want to marry her? Where does this shit come from?" I stared at my best friend as if he went mad. "You can't marry her. She's a hoe! She takes money for sleeping with other men! I wonder how you didn't get an infection on your weenie yet!"

"Shut up, you brat! I love her!"

I gave him a serious look. His expression was serious too but I could see how his mouth wanted to grin slightly .

"A hoe", I whispered with a smile, knowing I had won.

Nick grinned and laughed. "Fuck you man, I know that! But... She's so hot!"

"Cockhead", I giggled and ended the game with a Heart Jack. "Mao Mao, motherfucker."

This was the last time we laughed together. The last time I could look in his face without being confronted with the purest kind of hate that human beings are able to feel. Jealousy. Nick and I used to be best friends. But when it comes to money, sex and "love", years of sticking together are worth nothing. Bros before hoes? Just a phrase best friends made up as an excuse for one night stands with their friends moms and fucking the girl your bro is in love with. But in the end, they are all mad at you. The only difference is the way they show it. Some 'forgive' after quite a short time, some hate you forever but don't show it, some show it and some simply wanna kill you. Well, Nick wasn't much of a killer or a psychopath. But he sure had strong arms and legs and this one day, I was a fucking lucky one when the car hit him right before he could reach out and grab me. It was so close. I heard his bones break into little pieces and how the air was pushed out of his lungs forcefully. Now he sits in a wheelchair and I guess it is my fault. But I don't feel sorry. I am honest. Why should I? It is not like I did something wrong, did I?