October 17th, 1964. 24 Chapel Street, London.

[mr_b_epstein]

Mummy had suggested rather vaguely that I should have a house of my own in London, and the idea had been nagging at me for several weeks. I might have lost all interest in it, but after the incident with George and John, I just...I just needed to be away from the possibility of being walked in on by them. The idea of being away from George carried

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[johnlennon1964]

Brian had asked me to come along with him and look at one of the houses he had picked out. I was skeptical at first, our last meeting hadn't gone well at all. I figured he wouldn't want anything to do with me after the way I had acted that night. George and I had gotten high and had raided his apartment and had a made a total mess of things. Maybe he was willing to forgive me though? I wasn't so sure but I was trying to hold on to the smallest linger of hope. He confused me so much sometimes so I tried to not think about it too much.

We finally made it to the house and I followed him in. I glanced around the doorway area and smiled. It seemed pretty nice actually. Brian had always had good taste though so I assumed as much. "Its nice, Brian. From what I can tell at least." I gave him a reassuring nod.

[mr_b_epstein]

"I haven't seen much of it myself. Ken Patridge gave me the blueprints, but I can't make sense of them, really."

We'd both been careful not to mention the last time I'd seen him. Or at least, I had. John probably either didn't remember it, or didn't think it important enough to bring up.

[johnlennon1964]

I nodded. I was eager to see the rest of it. "Come on then, show me around." I nudged his arm as I started walking farther into the house.

I hoped things wouldn't be awkward between us. We hadn't even talked about the apartment incident. I had felt bad about what happened, but hadn't been ready to apologize. I wasn't quite sure how I'd go about doing it anyways.

[mr_b_epstein]

I chuckled as he took off. Apparently, John would be guiding the tour, though I couldn't imagine why that would surprise me. He barely took direction from me in a managerial sense, so I could hardly expect him to listen to me when it came to matters not pertaining to the group.

"It's a good house, I think." I said, more to myself than him. "Private, at the least."

Finally, I could indulge in rent boys late at night without that nosy elderly couple in the flat across from mine peeking out their door disapprovingly and clucking their tongues at me, or whoever I'd ordered.