The world is full of little tragedies. Take for instance the case of Darius, my "two-stroke" man. He never quite gets past the second stroke and he's done. You know skeet, skeet, skeet… and he's asleep.
I'm a twisted bitch! Not to dredge up the past, but I was born and raised in the plain white bread suburbs of the Midwest. Eventually I ran away from that green-lawn-hell and crossed over to the gritty underbelly of city life.
I love cities, especially the parts of the cities you don’t find in tourist pamphlets. The city is a man’s world, and I like to be the bottom of a man’s world.
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