He is not worth writing or remembering but just apt for mentioning over drinks.
I exactly don't know how his story began, what he did and how he did? (if at all he did do something), to become such a dud! Dumb and dead too, or a fine fakery artist! Schemer he surely was and a manipulator of the manipulative system.
Where do I start... appearance, attitude, abilities, adolescence, or approach towards life and all of these? There's no beginning and no end, neither an opening nor a closure; so I better allow the narrative to remain so.
In life we can't think of taking a pause and put a comma at inconvenient times and places only to start afresh at the place and time of our choosing, it is strictly not done.
Either you are constantly moving forward or consistently looking for excuses to blame others for not rekindling the fire, that diminishing flame in you.
