The internationally infamous man who calls himself Samuel X came home that night after a long day at Carleton University and an even tougher shift than usual at Bell Canada where he worked. Seriously, what was wrong with people in Ottawa these days? The Canadian capital had always struck him as a covertly racist, two-faced and dull environment. For the life of him he couldn't figure out why Canadians didn't make the bigger and more prosperous City of Toronto their capital. To him, beautiful and racially diverse Toronto deserved to be far more than a provincial capital. It deserved to be a national capital because it represented the best that Canada had to offer. Oh, well. Still, he was puzzled by all the assholes and bitches he'd been running into lately.
First that psychotic middle-aged white chick at the Western Union near Saint Laurent Mall then that crazy, drunken white dude with the sunglasses at Hurdman Station. A guy who wanted to fight him for no reason other than he thought Samuel X was looking at him. Samuel X, a big and tall Black man, wasn't the type to back down to anyone though he was level-headed, even-tempered and as law abiding as they come. Still, if it hadn't been for that off-duty military officer who stepped between Samuel X and the racist interloper, the incident might have taken a life of its own. The military man, a stocky white guy in his forties, argued with the sunglasses-wearing drunkard and told him to leave 'that young man' alone. Eventually the guy walked away. Samuel X thanked his benefactor and got on the bus, where he ran into his friend Fatima, a Gambian girl whom he met in his Psychology II class during the first semester.
The two of them caught up, and Samuel X learned that his former study buddy's father passed away the week before. Samuel X was deeply saddened to hear that. He hadn't seen his own father since that fateful day in 2000 when the old man left him and his sister in the care of their uncle and aunt in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Fast forward twelve years and Samuel X was now residing in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and studying Law at Carleton University. Life was okay. He still volunteered for worthwhile causes when he could. He still wrote and published the erotic stories for which he was both praised and reviled. The twenty-something Haitian man had grown accustomed to being both admired and hated for his uniquely creative way of mixing sex with race, religion and culture and coming up with mind-boggling, often shocking but always entertaining stories. In that regard, among all online fiction authors, the one called Samuel X was Mr. Unique.