Marv didn’t know where he was going but maybe he would find something to numb and distract from his pain.
The accusations of him being unfaithful were outrageous and he decided to ease his pain by consuming anything he wanted.
The Fashion District where dark and mysterious places held sensual pleasures for anyone to indulge in was deep within the city sprawled for miles down the streets and hidden alleyways away from the public eye. He wanted the thrill-seeking mentality but all he felt was loneliness so he went further and deeper into the darkened city at dusk.
Turning his head, he saw a place where he frequented back in the day. He went into the bar and got a drink.
After drinking for some time, Scy came up to him.
“Well, well, well,” Scy said. “There he is, the man of misery,” he said hugging him.
“What’s that? More of The Apathy?”
“No, that’s my own words of wisdom. Poet, remember?”
“You ain’t no poet.”
“Ever heard of sarcasm? Man, what’s gotten into you? Did the old lady give you the boot?”
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