I imagine it'd be very loud and chaotic with the arguing and vilmer greatly contributing to noise pollution.

I must come across as so rude and I dont mean to at all, i actually do appriciate being approached.

My friends have told me though they've tried to approach me before on few occasions and I didn't respond. I've passed my best friend on the bus before as well atleast 7 times in the past and they had to sit next to and stare at me for me to notice.

Art's pretty easy to romanticize atleast, unlike any science course or manufacturing which i imagine would be difficult

Atleast with clothes I can switch between styles whenever I feel like it but if I go back to a pixie it'll take years to get back to the length I have it now.

Without his heavy hand striking you because you had either "had it coming" or just for the sake of slapping you around on a whim. Though there were many more important things you couldn't go without that Bo provided for you, that raw violence was something you'd surely shrivel up and die without.

In times of doubt way too many times did you drop to your knees for him and pleaded for Bo not to leave you. Hands sluggishly grabbing at his work trousers as if it wasnt clear enough already you had his attention, refusing to let go of him as if you'd dissolve into nothing without him. Without his hands on you.

You were sick for sure and yet he'd take it with a grain of salt.

He'd chuckle as he pulled up the stool by the mattress and light up a cigarette, an expensive brand he had most definately stolen from yet another pocket or suitcase off some poor sucker now displayed somewhere in the town. Maybe a convience store or maybe posed shaking a martini in the wax museum.

But it didn't matter all that much did it? Especially not to you as long as you continued to beg at his feet like the dumb mutt you were whilst he smoked and pressed on about what you'd be willing to do next to keep him interested. What kind of degenerate acts youd preform next, how you'd earned your keep?

And so you went on, indulging like it was Halloween night engorging yourself on so many sweets one after another until you felt sick to your stomach.

What a shame it is you've turnt out to be so greedy, engorging yourself on Bo until you were sick and the more sick you became the more you needed him to stay.

He has to stay.