Vanity. Ares

The day I got fired I put a bet on Leed’s FC
wining and I won. On the days I would go to school
years before this point I would enjoy the music
classes, where I tried to play the school’s trombone,
therefore, using the money from the bet on Leed’s
I decided to buy a trombone and learn how to play
it. At the time of collecting my winnings I did
wonder whether to try and visit the country a care
worker had told me my biological parents came
from (Greece) because I wanted to just see it.
However, in the end I bought the trombone and
took it back to Claire's, whom I was living with at
the time. Claire was ok, a bit of an alcoholic; as she
would drink and in a drunken rant would
sometimes sing Velvet Morning by ‘The Verve’ with
anti-Semitic slurs; “Ares, you filthy Jewface!” she
would yell, which I found strange as she actually
grew up Jewish, but of course was a lapsed one,
hence the drunken slurs. However, for all intent
and purposes I enjoyed her, I would perhaps feel
obliged to use the word love, if I felt normal, but I
don’t know what that meant; I’m not an Artist:
Sure I had begun to play the trombone, by that
time, but I didn’t really know the intricacies of
life’s meanings.
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But, the act of our relationship did perhaps
resemble love; there were hugs and kisses,
thoughtful hints — like Claire would leave me
some whisky, and she would help me with bets and
things of that nature. I remember on Sundays she
would always go down the Antique shop on the
high street and sometimes I went with her, and
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