SURVIVAL MANUAL OF A SURVIVOR

Sleepless nights keep piling up. Always in a foul mood, I poison myself with nicotine, caffeine, ethanol, and cannabinoids. I live like a hedonist with suicidal urges. I won’t bequeath my body to science. The wreck will be too battered by my twilight. One life, one ride—no concessions, no compromise. I'm on alert, constantly in crisis mode. I sleep with the windows open, like every criminal does, A machete under the bed, a firearm beneath the pillow. I will never trust the human species. I've been repeating this deadly routine since I became a man. Its consequences will deliver me into the devil’s arms. I wasn't born to be anyone’s mop on this Earth. I automatically break the law when my interests are threatened. I unwind at the shooting range, my brain scented with cannabis. I'm a paranoid forced to sleep with one eye open. I don’t believe in love—only in the freedom money buys. Forever alone, I blend into crowds only when it's time to grab without counting. I came to make my name immortal.