God of the Game

Love is dead. Again and again I screw myself and others I…so call…loved: Sharon, Anna Doreen, Gee Ni, Sanguine Lover and another girl in youth, all hopelessly lost. But what about them? It can’t be entirely my fault. It takes two to fuck up a relationship. What about their bad points? Control freaks, clingy, insecure and selfish, they were not entirely angels. The burdens these babes had on them, the emotional baggage they weight-lifted, carried on from earlier relationships - family troubles, paranoid friends, what acquaintances and even strangers would opine, debased estimations about themselves - these were loads I had to halve and share shoulders. Some were chasing their own tails, never finding a solution. But that’s the problem with women, they don’t want an answer, they just want to talk and wallow in their situations like piglets in mud. Because secretly, these ladies of mine were savouring the attention their weaknesses garnered. They had no intention of changing; they only wanted me to alter my ways. How unfair is this!? And on their side, they could prolong the mawkish character flaws which drove me up the wall.

Sorry, I’m bitching. There is no resolution.

I left Anna in the state I last remembered, that is, a piece of shit, and trudged down the corridor to the exit door. In the last room on the right, I caught someone familiar lying in comatose. Jai-I, asleep. This place is full of surprises.

“He’s been like this ever since.”

I turned around to face a disconcerted Trekz.

“Ever since Nimrod stole his domain.

“Do you want to see him?” Trekz added. “Perhaps with your gift of getting under people’s skin, only you can help.”

And with that Trekz flashed me a boob.