His dark side

We were seated in a pitiful excuse for a sitting room, not because of the few furniture, nor the fact that it looked like a messed up basement or an abandoned storehouse; it was the bird food and faeces which splattered over, adding to the awful smell.

I had to take out wraps of cookie off the rocking chair before sitting, while Oscar managed with his nose wrinkled as he sat on the ducal armchair which had stains of dried bird faeces.

Hugo on the other hand sat directly across on the dirty vinyl floor. As creepy as it was he sat with his bathrobe in yoga style and began chanting the Om- mantra.

"What the hell!" Oscar looked on in disgust. I bet he finally justified his reason for hating Hugo.

"I have to seek peace from the divine."

"The divine?" Oscar and I questioned at the same time.

"Shit! This is stupid. He's lost his fucking mind." Oscar flared standing up from his seat.