Vanity. Ares

—his friends and some of the other housemates—
were having another get-together. As he spoke,
inviting us, I was indifferent, but as I was broke
again and because I had lost more money
gambling I was partial to know if there would be
food so my wallet could be relinquished of some
of the heavy burden of my life. Beckett said there
would probably be pizza and I said that myself and
Myra, of course, would make our way upstairs in a
short while.
It was about eight o’clock when Beckett
made his invite, after this I did remember it
seeming as if Myra wanted to tell me something, in
retrospect. Though at the time having started to
talk a few times with words to the effect of; “Our
bodies don’t lie, I have real feelings for you and I
want you to know that,” jabbered Myra, stopping
at anything I thought was significant. I deemed
these words as slight ramblings and don't think I
thought to even look whilst Myra spoke; I think I
was drinking the last remnants of milk and feeling
the room; the four walls, noise from above (not
God) was making me feel claustrophobic. More so,
I did not think anything of Myra’s rambling’s as I
was in my usual realm of living on the surface; I
was not participating in a con or scam so I had no
reason to think deeply. We, myself and Myra, were
just going to go upstairs and hang out with Beckett
and company and that was seemingly it. More
pressing, I thought about maybe going to see the
Rasta’s next door neighbour in Pembury to sell a
bag of the weed, but the Rasta at that time owed
me money, so I did not trust any transaction
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