“Why am I sharing this? Well, I figure what better way to show the truth of the experience of becoming Cupid? That, and I was drugged off my tits at most times so shit was hilarious!” - Harvey (aka Cupid)
Harvey is your average, run-of-the-mill, drunken, lazy, screw-you, 22-year-old with no desire to do much of anything at all. That was probably why Janey dumped his ass. Actually, it was definitely why she dumped his ass. But with a mate like Dave, who has time to wallow? It seemed like any other night at Dicey's... pissing it up and not giving a flying frappe. He even hooked up. But then, something weird happened. Not your average weird either. This was balls dipped in yellow paint and slapped on the kitchen window kind of weird. Yeah, handy that his random hook-up was a psychologist, or psychiatrist, or a psychotherapist. Some kind of psycho-something.
In one moment Harvey went from mediocre loser to medicated Cupid. Wait, Cupid? What? But this is Harvey's story, so I should let him tell it.
WARNING: This is satirical dark comedy. Some themes may disturb some readers, including mental health, alcohol and drug use, and hospitalization. The intent is not to diminish the impact and importance of mental health, but to invite the question... who decides what is okay and what is not? Also, explicit language warning - Harvey swears. A lot. He doesn’t care. Sorry, but not really.