Vanity. Ares

woke up, I had forgotten about it. Gootau then
called me again and I remember taking a quick
shower and telling Martinq that I would be back
later, she did not groan or speak roughly, I even
remember she said something like: “I’m cooking
some chicken.” My mind only caught her words
when I was on the street and walking quickly to
meet Gootau. Unfortunately, Gootau had nothing to
really say: “My friend Winston, said he would bring
the socks man, no mobiles and no socks man...” he
said in his African accent. I think he saw me as
someone he could use to speak to the police if he
fell into trouble, he seemed to constantly mention
that I looked white: “The police don’t bother you, if
they try and bother me, you can tell them I am your
friend, you look white, you alright,” he would say on
a number of occasions. I agreed with him (but was
indifferent inside), assuming he had some sort of
problem with his passport or Visa. I really did not
care much. But, upon hearing that Winston was not
going to bring us any goods, I left Gootau and
actually took my time. I walked through the park on
my way back to Gerard’s. I sat on a bench listening
to a Jazz session of Boris Vian, and wondered
whether to go and see Jean, a bar owner, about
performing. My wallet was extremely unhappy with
the choices I had made in life; if I had a penny for
my thoughts I would have been in a deeper
recession than the EU was in at that time. I spent
quite a lot of that afternoon in that park, thinking.
I then went back to the apartment and could
smell the cooked chicken from the hallway
entrance. It was a rich smell. I hoped Martinq would
give me a slither or at least a good bite, as I had only
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