About a Boy
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Chapter 1: What's In A Name?
Cad, bastard, son-of-a-bitch, dickhead, asshole
All names I've become quite accustomed to being called throughout my twenty-six years on this sodding planet. Some would actually say I've based my entire lively hood on those names, made good off of being the shallow, self-centered bastard people expected me to be.
I wasn't born this way, not by any means, this was molded and shaped. My supreme smugness was the byproduct of several misadventures with the opposite sex since about the age of fourteen. Yes, before I let women completely fuck me up, I was a sensitive, sweet sort of bloke. You know the kind who wept openly and wrote poem after sappy poem about the girl he fancied. That, was, me then in a bloody nutshell.
I can remember the death of 'sweet William Giles' as clear as day. The exact time was six o'clock p...