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CHAPTER EIGHT (PART 1) audiobook on YouTube

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That was the night Liam Gallagher punched Vincent and Kate Nash helped me find my prosthetic eye in the men's toilet at The Electric Ballroom in Camden.

Noel's the nicer one, right? Kate said he's a sweetheart so yeah. I'm certain it was Liam.

I should have eaten before Vincent and I appeared on Graham Norton. The Indian restaurant at BBC Television Center had Kerala chicken on special but I was superstitiously certain I'd dribble something curried over my wool trousers, or the great looping bow of my black silk blouse. I handed my menu back to the waiter and ordered another double gin and tonic.

At the studio I downed two glasses of wine in the green room and had a few more during taping. That girl from "Stranger Things" sat between Vincent and David Mitchell plugging her new movie. Once she started knocking them back I felt oddly compelled to keep up.

When did Eleven turn eighteen?

Fuck it. After two weeks in the hospital and a dozen days hiding out at Maxim's flat I deserved a reason to shine up and show off.

The house lights were up and the audience long gone but I was vibrating, volatile. Ravenous and full of stored energy.

I wanted more. And I wanted very much to form the needy nucleus of an excuse for Vincent to ditch the parasitic bitch he hired as his talent agent and come run wild with me for one night on the streets of London.

I closed the green room door and texted to request Vincent's exclusive participation in the pursuit of base behavior.

He declined. I did not hesitate to play the eye card.

I popped my new prosthetic loose and sent Vincent a ghastly selfie of me pouting, tracing an imaginary teardrop with a fresh French-tip fingernail under the raw red pocket in my head. Without the prosthetic in place the black mascara on my slack eyelids resembled the zipper teeth of a smoky blue tote with a crushed rosebud stuffed inside.

In reply Vincent sent an enlarged laughing-crying emoji with a black X slashed over one crinkled eye.

where & when ?

I took an Uber from White City to Granary Square and waited for Vincent in the downstairs bar at Dishoom.