Vanity. Ares

Supreme hat stood next to the fridge on the left
and in front of the table, texting. I assumed the
man in the Supreme hat wanted a little quiet as
the Kaiser Chief song, ‘I Predict A Riot’ played in
the background, not too loud as I could hear
even Beckett talking to Fat Marshall about
something that involved the band ‘Arctic
Monkeys’ but loud enough to hinder
concentration.
In the kitchen, I smiled at the lad wearing
the Supreme hat, he smiled back and got back to
whatever he was texting, I guessed the text
involved drugs, or a bird — he looked at me with
slanted eyes which came across as shifty. I saw
no pizza just a few Heinekens sat on the table. I
took one of the bottles of Heineken, opened it
with my teeth and started to drink it down as I
leant on the sink and just stood, reminiscing
about a Burrito I had become very fond of, but
could ill afford at the time — having just looked
inside my wallet and found in total: £4.23p. It
was a steak Burrito I had in mind; one from
Burrito Cafe in Islington, next to the tube
station, it had; cheese, a little avocado,
mayonnaise, juicy steak drizzling with a little oil
and maybe a little salad. I remember my
thoughts concentrating quite hard on this
Burrito and perhaps ways in which I could
procure one. I wondered if I did in fact have
money in my overdraft account, but quickly
doubted it. I then mused about the possibility of
selling some of the weed left in my apartment,
given to me by Ronnie, when the young man in
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