Vanity. Ares

gathered my things.
“Get out of here, you loser!” yelled Gerard
when he got up off the floor and Martinq was
holding some tissue to his bleeding nose. I tried to
get to the bottom of how I acted wrongly, but
Gerard seemed unable to see parallels from the
night before. It seemed strange that my meat was
kosher the night before, even when he left the
room to get himself a drink. No, but as he was not
there that afternoon as Martinq and I were having
intercourse, allegedly it had developed into an
affair. It seemed rather confusing, as I would have
understood his stance, but at the time I even
remember having flash-backed memories of him
saying: “Slap her harder, teach her a lesson.” Yes,
those memories wafted into my mind as I was
packing up my trombone. But, It seemed I had
overstayed my welcome. He even threw a few of my
things out of the window. I slept on Gootau’s dirty
floor that night and then took the train to Paris in
the morning. As I tripped and hurt my leg I went to
a hospital in Paris after getting off the train and
then spent my last bit of money taking the Eurostar
back to London. I left France feeling like a nomad
from having nowhere to call home, which brought
back memories of moving from orphanage to
orphanage throughout my childhood.
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Chapter 2 — Prequel, A Lack of Fine Art, The Stage
Location
I knew a few people and one in particular
was a landlord I knew I could outwit, at least until I
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