Vanity. Ares

activity for me. The moment between standing
and sitting was something that I enjoyed, in
moderation and some days I allowed myself
twenty stand-sitting moments which would be
broken up by all the sitting, standing and laying.
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I did wonder whether to do exercise, such as
push-ups and press-ups, but after watching an
inmate in the yard showing off his body to
another, I deemed it all vanity and decided
against it. Hopes an affliction. I mostly avoided
other people, but one day on the court yard,
when Faustian was probably at the gym and I sat
alone, smoking, taking in the non sights, a Jew
called Roth wanted to know why I was so close to
Faustun. I knew of Roth from Faustun and he
was apparently a powerful mover, amongst the
Jew's and serving a life sentence for killing a man
at an Ice Cream truck. "You are close?" he said of
Faustun. "Are you an Arab?" "No, I am just
sitting here." "Well, correct but I see you and you
seem to not get involved in anything but you
speak with him," started Roth. "You into the
drugs with the Arabs? You have plenty money?"
By that time, I accepted that we were inclined to
having a conversation, as the hour in the yard
had just started and he had then sat next to me.
He seemed talkative and this turned out to be so.
Roth had grey hair and a penchant for speaking
animatedly in opposition to his his facial features
which were plain, ordinary. "No, I am just
awaiting my trial," I said. "You innocent?" he
asked with a self indulgent splaying of his arm
that seemed done to entertain himself. "Who is? I
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