The Art of Getting There and Blowing It

I am King, King of the outcasts. Hell, I'm outcast of the outcasts, therefore the King. Maybe I can get out of this rut life has pushed me in. All I need is the right combination of friends, money, and girls. Friends are easy: I've got only one to start with, Frank, and the rest follow guys with money. Money is also easy: my dad's got so much stacked up, I don't even have to ask, his guilt does it for me. And the girl, you can say I have one in mind. The whole goddamn county has her in my mind.

Rayleigh Nance had to of been the sexiest thing ever to set foot on earth. God was just like 'Ok so I've decided to make a girl to drive all male souls to the end of the universe and back' and then BAM! We got Rayleigh. Everyone wanted the petite brunette with her soft brown eyes and tan skin. So I needed to be the one to get her. My plan had been formulated, beging to be put into action. This is when I began to practice the Art of popularity, and then blowing it.

I am Lucian Harris, the King.