World-Wolf - (ENGLISH)

Chapter 1

If you are looking for a spot where you can plug the brain off and forget temporarily your thoughts, trust me, close this damn book and throw it away into the bin or whatever.

It was a lousy winter night, one of those you believe nothing can happen. A useless day of the Gregorian calendar, for not talking too much. I wouldn't like to bother you, but if it happened, I would advise you to follow the hint that you can find at opening sentence.

However, I was saying: that night all was quiet. I attended high school and the day after I'd have to go school even though I didn't care too much about it. I used to get out every night; it was as if I had to clock in the badge in one of that place where people don't clock in. I don't remember the name.

Anyway, you shouldn't care about my age, but I'm going to tell you it. I like to be nice with persons who show interest towards me. Sixteen years old with a family falling apart. ENOUGH! I am not going to reveal you more anecdotes. I might unsettle you and I don't want that this happens. Usually, though, that happens with girls. 

They show always a particular interest towards me - don't do the mistake to label me as womanizer; I am not. Then when I start to show my real ego is like you're telling them how the goddamn world works. You see them making up one of those century-bullshit, a sort of "My mom is coming. I gotta go". How much I hate people that they know that you know they are taking the piss out of you, but they keeping on doing it.

However, I must apologize, I have the habit to count every damn thing. I was telling you about that night. How hell did I end up explaning you the girls' topic? What the fuck of black hole is the mind, I have no idea.

I was hooded in a quilted jacket gifted by my aunt - boy, how much was heavy for her to gift me stuffs, though she was the typical rich bitch - and my mom was repeating, "Don't came back too late. You have to go school tomorrow".

Jesus Christ. She repeated the tale every hole day. Then school didn't arouse my interest too much, or better I went just to waste some hours.

I remember her. That woman was desperate. Imagine yourself with two sons to carry on and a sonofbitch who is supposed to be your spouse, but at the end he runs away and leaves you with a below-zero bank account. Mother had to kick him out, literally. She was a very tough woman. "One with own balls", would say my grandpa, more than any man who lives out there.

I was saying: she was an unbelievable woman, and boys, I'm not here telling you lies, but that girl had the vision to change the world. Don't get it like a low-budget sci-fi where the main buddy figures out to have superpowers. Boys, this is a serious stuff.

But the fact was that I gave up listening her premonitions cocktail; I would come back at whatever hours I wanted to, in any event. After that, don't think that my mom was one of those moms who didn't give a shit about her sons. She knew well that I was falling apart, but everything was scheduled into her mind: the first goal was make sure that the two ungrateful assholes had a "roof over their heads" - she had always loved that sentence - and the epic hot main course. And boys, she made it: neither the roof over the heads, nor the hot main course missed. Do you still think she didn't care about her sons?

Coming back again on the previous matter, about that famous winter night. For barely one year, I had been socializing with my brother's crew. Trust me, it was like climbing the fucking Everest in a loop. I was the crew's mascot. 

Getting a high reputation had always been easy for me. I know you're rereading the sentence. Yeah, you got the word: "easy". Where I used to live, knowledge was a mirage, especially into my brother's crew. Indeed, nobody liked it. It was like a Facebook post where people butcher the stomach of a dog by a chainsaw and then hang it on a clothes rack. It's the most efficient way to describe that thing which moves and evolves: emancipation. I forgot to tell you that I detest by all myself Facebook. Boys, forgive me but Zuckerberg isn't my guy. You could say that I am jealous of Zuckerberg's intellect and that fact could be truthful, but he is not going to be my buddy anyway.