Vanity. Ares

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could get some money together, perhaps gigging I
thought. But I got to Hackney. Just off Pembury
Estate there was this house where I knew a few
junkies had lived and I guessed been turned into
some low rent housing. I got there and managed to
persuade the landlord that I could pay with a
cheque, of course the cheque would not have any
money on it. But, it bought me time, at least two
weeks I guessed, to get something together. I
moved into this run-down flat that made me dream
about the Western hemisphere of London; greener
pastures.
But this destitute version of East London is
where I had to stay. When I entered I firstly
noticed a little red book with the word’s;
‘Quotation’s from Chairman Mao Tse Tung’ which
slightly explained the Chinese noodle smell in the
room, as I assumed it was left by the unfortunate
person that lived there before me. The book was
sat on the right on a dresser table in behind a
television that looked like it was built in the
prehistoric days before digital set boxes, smart
phones and high speed lap tops. I soon came to
find out that it was actually an analogue T.V —
which explained the fuzzy phosphorescence when I
would turn it on, hoping to watch the Simpson’s or
any other type of cartoon, because I never really
had the chance to watch many cartoons throughout
my childhood. I blamed this on being an orphan,
an official nomad by birth right.
After throwing my trombone and Adidas bag
on the dusty floor (which I had accepted was my lot
in life and all my belongings) I then remember
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