A Lesser God
It's not easy being a teenage vampire. You wake up in the middle of the night and
there's nothing to do. Monday to Friday, the TV only shows crime shows or
teleshopping. The streets are deserted, except for the odd delivery person on a bike or
grandparents walking their dogs. The 7eleven lies. If you want something to eat if you
are starving, you have to stop at a petrol station. And do not expect a big menu; or
pastries, or defrosted bread. If you're lucky, some donuts. You can only rely on 24h
pharmacies.
In the beginning, the best solution was to order a Globo. The food would come home,
warm, but you had to convince the messenger to come in. Convince him not to shout.
To stop trying to call 112. And of course, clean it all up. Blood is what it is. It stains.
Between the argument at the door, the struggle and not being able to rest the food...
You can't enjoy it.
On top of that, the mobile phone won’t stop ringing. They will ask you where you are,
if customers are calling because their order hasn't arrived, also if the app says the bike
isn't moving... And all this, while you try to cover the wound with a bandage or a cloth
so that the lad doesn't bleed to death. It's not easy to press constantly for fifteen
minutes with all that beeping and beeping from the phone until the coagulant in the
fangs does its job. It will close, yes, but it definitely leaves a mark. Buying a box of
plasters a week is my routine.
Then it's time to clear the youngster to avoid heart failure. Some will wake up fine,
amnesic. Others are hysterical or complaining of pain. The problem is that most of
them have leg failure. And the solution it’s not like they're just going to go around on
motorbikes or scooters. There are nights when I've had to gag them and go out and
finish the deliveries myself. I'm a demonic creature of the night, but I have my own
conscience.
Of course, the worst thing is to give them a nutritional lesson to get them back on their
feet quickly. You know, such as lack of iron and red blood cells. And the problems only
increase and increase. That I don't eat fish. That ‘What are cockles?’ That mussels with
white and green stuff stuck to them are disgusting... Fortunately, they get the chicken
and veal thing. At least they put a bad face to a hamburger. Whatever it is, whatever
they put in it. And yes, I've also had fights with some vegans. Luckily, chickpeas and
beans have a good amount of folic acid.
I guess you can understand why I ended up buying dinner at the gas stations. The
problem is, no matter how much my body regenerates with rest, I'm fat and pimply.
Excess sugars and saturated fats. Well, that and also lack of exercise. I'm addicted to
social media. I admit it. There are a lot of conspiracy nuts out there. If only they knew
everything I know.
Lately, I've opted to wear sports clothes and go out for a run. The thing is that
exercising makes you hungrier. Some runners fall down before I go to sleep, but
