Story

2:00 PM on January 19

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Sun 19 Jan

12:30 a.m.

I'm going to sleep. I had a nice dinner party for Diro. I met a lot of old friends. Thevin dropped me. I had a good time. I wrote a bit, it exceeded 8,000 characters and deleted. Poof, gone, lost into oblivion forever. I've gotten old. Soon I'll be 50. I must live while I'm alive.

12:45 p.m.

I wrote an email to Ashok Pathirage uncle at ████████████████████████ @ gmail. com , I saw his son Prashan yesterday. I'll ask my mum to speak with Chalini aunty. My email is Lehan @ cyber space command .com , and this probably a good approach.

I need to see uncle Thilanga to discuss getting a liquor import permit. I think for SLFP events, we can stock alcohol for politics and other event at cost. He'll like that.

2:00 p.m.

I'm still in bed. I missed breakfast and lunch. I'll go and have some lunch.

5:00 p.m.

I'm watching Boardwalk Empire. I visited Diro's place and got some extra Bread Pudding. They did it really well. Aunty Roshani gave me extra because I told her I liked the bread pudding. My sister Lehara's friends are hot and have big boobs.

6:30 p.m.

I wish I was in England for some nice girls with big boobs hehehe. I'm liking Boardwalk Empire. It's beautiful TV. I hate the food and TV in Sri Lanka. Everything and a lot of people are just so s***ty and terrible. But my friends are cool, somewhat.

I need to visit Hasanga, his grandmother died, he was there for me when my grandmother died. It was a big deal for me. Nithiesha has also been there--she met my mum and messaged me. Sean Samarasinghe actually went in "and past the guards" (One Direction, Best Song Ever) and woke me up in my bedroom when I was in my boxers hehe.

Oh right, I remember why I'm feeling sad today. I remembered my grandmother died. Sigh. My whole world revolves around me, I don't know if the world is flat, but I sure as heck know the sun and the entire universe revolves and expands around and from me at its centre.

6:45 p.m.

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7:00 p.m.

I'll just cover my feet in the blanket. If I see the mosquito, I'll try swat it. I remembered Toshan last night, he was putting my cousin Chadu down dissing the betting business. ███████████████████████████████████████████████████ I don't have any friends from school.

I think I'll only ever be happy having people like the very smart people in Billions around me. I'm just seriously not a good cultural fit for Sri Lanka. I think I influenced Chadu really well, he's a good cultural fit and trustworthy. Everyone else, especially Udhantha, and everyone else is just terrible.

I don't know, nobody is 100% copy of anyone. You can't agree 100% with anyone. Or trust anyone. Everyone seems to trust me because I'm smart or something. People invest their time and everything for the intelligence and understanding and integrity I offer. Although I'm a snake and I've double crossed and I'll just f*** over everyone who has it coming.

I saw Kiran, Otara's son, who I just ignored. I dunno. I just ignore people. I don't care. I only ever say hi because I have to, and I hate doing that too. I saw Kashyapa. I have nothing to say about him. I think he hates Chadu and me because Chadu ███████████and Kashu liked her. It's ridiculous.

Unless it's to avoid getting caught. I hated school. Nobody was an entrepreneur or wanted to make any money in school, except a few people. I saw Mishal Marikka and said hi. ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████

7:15 p.m.

I think I'll need Muslim votes for Colombo one day. I'll just say the "Mossad stole money from me" and can't be trusted because they're them. But I'll explain it and get sympathy. I'll just say a few Jewish friends are trustworthy, to play both sides as always. I always only ever do that.

Rushini didn't know what craft beer was. Diro's dad didn't either. I'm shocked. I'm so different from everyone here. It's crazy. It's like I'm an alien, a foreigner. Rushini made off hand remarks about people's superiority complex near me -- possibly directed towards me. I put her on the Restricted List.

7:30 p.m.

Srinath, Diluk and Toshan hate my family and want the betting business nationalised. I strongly warn Chadu not to trust them. They're just jealous, it's all there is to it. ███████████████████████████████████████████████ Diluk█████████████████████████████████████████ to Srinath. Diro probably just puts up with them for friendship sake.

7:45 p.m.

I don't know. Why don't people just want you to be happy? Why can't people just do business? Why isn't there anybody with brains around here? These are difficult questions.