Vanity. Ares

would sometimes stay in the beginning, and
Ronnie mentioned once that Claire was a
pedophile, but I didn’t really see it that way; I
thought if this is a crime count me in, because she
would want me to have sex with her for hours,
and she sort of took me under her wing, in a
sense. Spending time in her flat learning how to
please such a woman. Hey, I had nothing better to
do and that was another reason for entering into
the life of gambling, cons and scams; I had not
much on really. Especially after Mr Olatende
kicked me out for smoking weed and ironically
not for doing everything imaginable to his
daughter. But, after being kicked out, round about
the time I was seventeen, I went to live with Claire
for a while and worked odd jobs; in a music shop
in Walthamstow and a for a short while before
getting fired, at a florist on Leytonstone high
street.
The florist was owned by this lady called
Magdeline and I found her wretched; old and
bitter, she would nag incessantly about any such
thing, I would mostly ignore her. She even
wanted me to learn all the names of the flowers,
which I actually would try and do, though not as
enthusiastically as she would demand because the
complaining would still continue. But this was not
what led to my sacking; it was a Saturday and I
had turned up to work two hours late, my excuses
could not garner any belief within her and she in
turn fired me. "I've had enough of you, and you
always get my Roses mixed up with my Lilies, I've
had enough, you're fired!" yelled Magdeline.
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