ALZMEK

The voices in my head are taunting me until the wee hours of the night.  I try to sleep, but something is keeping me up.  My mind is wandering and my soul is unsettled (Yes, I have one). I am grasping every inch of my sanity not to find the man behind the words, the words that are allegedly exposing me. 

I feel violated, betrayed and sold out.  The pages of a fictional memoir, an unauthorized biography that claims to know about my secret underground lifestyle.  A tale that makes me, the glamorous and ultra-fabulous Sebastian Alzmek, look like a home wreaker. A vial and disgusting creature that performs lewd acts of indecency, as far as to call me a murderer.
 

This is the reason why I let not one soul into my inner circle.  Why I surround myself with pseudo friends and acquaintances.  I trust no one. This is a dog eat dog world and everyone in this life wants what they do not have.  Fortunately, I am on top of the food-chain and plan to retaliate the very core of what I am accused of doing.

This unauthorized biography of my extraordinary life is set to come out on April 3, 2008 by Starbooks Press.  I have agreed to do an exclusive personal interview with one of this country’s most notorious journalists.  I will set the record straight, and for the first time you will have a glimpse inside of my mind, my life and me in the flesh.  The cover of this tragedy is not even me… I would never hold another man, or person, in public, showing public display of affections.

I have a flawless reputation and my image is everything. 
 

This is nothing more than a modern day witch hunt, a crucifixion of my accomplishments.  I am loathed for being successful. I am even more hated for being beautiful, but I am not personally responsible for your sad life. I did not shove hamburgers down your throat, I did not make you take a minimum wage job and I certainly did not rape you.  Every single one of you who fell in my trap was fully informed of who I, Sebastian, Am.  I did not promise you love, let alone a sunrise. 

Go after the people and clinics that reuse syringes and vials of medication.  Go after the people who transport the virus on their dirty fecal covered hands.  The men and women who serve you food after not washing their hands in your favorite resturant.  Worry about what you touch, where you put your hands and not me. 
 

The book gives me way too much credit for something I have little control over.  The control is yours.  Carry a condom, get off your knees, get a real job and stop shoving shit down your throat.

Your perception is your reality, but you have to be able to view it clearly.  Look in the mirror and decide who is worse? Me for keeping my status“private”, or you for not asking.
 

C'est La Vie

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