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“With a gunshot through his lips he just kept on living as a shadow of the man he used to be…”
I remember the first time Vincent told me this story… He shot himself in the middle of the street in Manhattan after killing a guy. It was a love drama. I just couldn’t help myself but wonder: Why? Why would a man like that kill himself… And Vincent answered pretty quick.
“Love, liquor, drugs and passion.”
Passion for what? For liquor… Being a fiend was his way of living so he filled it with passion? Passion for what? Living a foul life? So I just sat on that bench smoking my cigarette and wondered… I just kept thinking that no man should shot himself… Then Vincent explained…
“He loved her so much. He used to tell me that after he’ll get his life back on track, the first thing he wants will be to look for her… I saw him smoking last time he said that thing… I think he just lost sight of him in that process… He used to drink a lot when he was hanging out with me… Always with a bottle of Jack with him and a fix of amphetamine… Like you I wondered : Why? Why would anyone just do that kind of thing to himself… Then I saw it… His passion… I saw the way he looked at people after drinking. I saw love. Loving everyone… Those fucking eyes just loved every person they saw… He was just a drug addict with a passion for life… After that I saw… I’ll tell this one later, kid…”
The next second Vincent got up and left with just a trail of smoke… I was getting used to this… This man Vincent was talking about… I know he had to be smart… Wise, passionate, always loving… Long black hair… Lips scarred… Brown eyes… Confident walk… Smoking like there was no tomorrow… Drinking his head off… I still remember the way Vincent described him… He said he was a Saint… I can’t really remember his name… His black fit jeans… White plain t-shirt and a red hoodie… Black and white shoes… Always looking fresh… What the hell was he? Vincent said that like he was rich… Where can a man with so many vices get all that money to keep that kind of look… What was he? Who was he? Was what he to Vincent?
I just looked up to the sky saying to myself that my friend Vincent was hiding something…
First day of the “Bench Meetings” - Kristian
P.S. Who is this Saint?