The one and only

There were simpler times back in 2005. Happier times. Freshmen year: no jobs, no girlfriends, no stress. Booze was coming strong. Prolonged drinking sessions and occasional sex. We had only one motto: When we don't drink, we fuck! But we were drunk most of the time, so ... .
I first met the Andonesian at a private and friendly beer-knocking in "The Jeg". I asked for a cigarette and he offered me one. Literally! "Oltenische" i thought and i continued by asking for a light. "That would be 5000 lei". My heart filled with joy and emotion. "One of my kind: sick jew jokes, thiefinglly rolling eyes, constant watch - a pure blooded oltenian". A complex character.
Later was i to discover the simplicity that laid underneath this mask of his. It was somehow coming from a dark and long gone time. Carved and stocked into his genes as evolution pointed its way over millions of years. His logic was extremely sharp and uniquely directed: What he couldn't fuck, he beat to the death. It didn't matter who.
Nevertheless, as years passed, he improved his thinking and ways of reaction. Blood wouldn't satisfy him so much as the smell of new and fresh pussy. More and more innocent girls (and sometimes guys) fell victims of his ferocious charm and desires.
Until one day. When the Mizantropous Andonesian was trapped by his own-made methods. Just like those times when his powers of seduction were overwhelming for the pure and unknowing maidens, roles were switched and he became sickly in love.

(to be continued)