Beginning of the mystery

Working late night and sleeping till the rays of sun kissed my eyes were the two things I adored in my life. I had one of the busiest life, I had ever guessed to have in such a short time. I was busy but doing such jobs which would mean carrying coal to new castle. I was jack of all trades, would leave nothing trying or tasting once, even if it sounds like the most terrible plan to rule. After hearing about me, you must be wondering, "Who the guy really is ?" or "Why is he blowing his own trumpet to his greatest strength possible ...?" Stressing your mind for such a small thing can be meaningless. I am here to help you answer your queries.

The guy who is tricking you all by the suspense is none other than ‘Me’. Ya !! !! It’s me "Selat Cod” or you can just call me "COD". In fact I used to get angry when others called me COD but now am habituated, makes no sense either you call by first or last name for I have understood if you want to be outnumbered as a catchy person , your name must be catc..hy fir..st .
I request you not to take my words seriously. I am often confused, I feel like a fish named COD being called by a man in a lake of “COD fish”. Isn't it hilarious??? I know it pretty sounds but a question must be hitting your head or licking your mind in more formal language, "Is this person lunatic?? ... " On one hand he says one thing and on the other hand the thing is completely wrong, he must be sent to asylum . " Well if you are thinking this, I must say you are enjoying reading my freaking manuscript.