I KILL FOR A LIVING - AIDS! "AIR-CLINIC"

Do I still need to introduce myself when my atrocities precede me?

I slept comfortably in my couch enjoying the ambience of fulfilling slumber until Air-Clinic made my name a topic of discussion. And, I wouldn't have known they made a celebrity of me if not for the notification I got from their hash-tag.

I didn't make myself and I cant tell if I was a concoction from an evil genius’ laboratory but before you embrace the apron-strings of sarcasm, you should be very careful how you gamble with needles already used and you don't need to show us the expert that handles your manicure and pedicure.

That reminds me, just in case you would want to puncture the balloon of misery, depression and disasters by opting for an exit ticket to eternity, don't fail to give me a befitting handshake intentionally (just that I won’t take you on a road rush as I'm allergic to shortcuts).

Now that you've decided to take my ramblings seriously, I have to give you the Jazz mix of my profile - bluntly, I KILL FOR A LIVING! Don’t mind assassin and kidnappers - I don't do guns (seems my allergies are piling up).

Now, if you're sharp, you'll be able to pick my trails all around the world because I bring the strong and mighty to their knees. You better take my advice - before you kiss and tell, be sure that you're bootstrapped with the raincoat that needs no physical rain to be useful (condom); though its not a seal of total protection.

Besides, you shouldn’t distract me as I had an appointment somewhere I wont have to mention; all you have to do is extend my sincere regards to Air-Clinic but you are left with the power to choose either to meddle with me or not…

So, are we seeing around for chess?