The Chronicles of Roy

Roy, ladies & Gentlemen, was not an ordinary kid; he was an anti ordinary kid. When he was born he looked cute, like little newly born baby pigs. And what was anti ordinary about him was that unlike other kids who also resembled little newly born baby pigs, he grew up only to be a bigger pig. In his teens his passion was filth, while other boys played football in mud, he just played, in mud. Legend has it that whenever he went to the loo, he would stare at the toilet seat in curiosity about what was inside it. That said and done, he finally grew up to be a ban (boy who is about to become a man). But old habits die hard; that is if at all one wants them to die. And then one fine August morning, he met me and others of us. And we embraced him with all his ultra ordinariness. Little did we realize that that one single event would change our lives forever; alcoholism, accidents, tight spots, police lockups , hospitals and getting thrown out of the hospitals...everything followed since that very day, so much so that it has now become an integral part of our lives.In these chronicles I shall try to throw light upon every single conk up that Roy managed to administer, sometimes inadvertently. I hope that the people who don't like filth and outrageous things would pardon me for my attempt.