SUCKERS

After my encounter with Betty and the three Musketeers, I wobbled towards my cot, climbed the steps and laid down on the soft mattress.

Since my stomach is still filled with roasted chicken, I didn't bother to ask for my dinner. Who needs grubs when my stomach is filled with toasted meat?

'Let then give that to some hungry kids,' I murmured to myself, close my eyes and was lost in thought.

Whenever I am alone, I am always bedevilled in my mind with the memory of my past life.

At last, I wish I had acted otherwise.

Perhaps, if I had been a little bit kind, more loving, extra-religious, and less glamorous. Maybe I wouldn't have ended up in this pitiable condition.

As a celebrity, I had spent an active life, devoid of time for frivolity, and never bother about my spiritual life. I don't believe in giving to the needy, have no pity towards my fellow human, and see anyone poor as a lazy fellow.

'The world is filled with different opportunities to make money, so if you aren't making it
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