LAUGH AT MY PAIN (Tailor Tales)
As a guy, the ship has long sailed when I used to imagine and
expect the cold and shriveled hands of heartbreak and betrayal to surge from
girls alone. In this lackluster part of the world, one welder or bricklayer can
actually make a grown man cry and roll on the floor. I think the practice of
the art of heartlessness has become a hobby in this receding...
