ENZO KING
It is Saturday and I am having a day off. Well, I don’t normally work on Saturdays and Sundays, and it is okay and also normal. Who would want to work a seven days a week job anyway? I decided to drive Nandi home myself instead of her catching public transport. I wouldn’t be too sure of how safe it will be for her to get back home alone.
I know that everyone thinks that I am a bad boy and probably thinks that the big City changed me, but it didn’t. I am still the same Enzo King that loved Nandi from day one. You all hate me? That is okay and even better because that is the least of my worries. I have big problems now, trying to ease my self-conscience. I am dying inside; I am bleeding and crying inside. What is painful most is that I cannot do all that physically, I wouldn’t w
