Took a dive off a plate glass pulpit only to find myself staring back into the eyes of a
15 year old trick in fishnet skin...
Blame is an easy thing to place when you stand on half-truths with their
overpronounced s's and their heads cocked to one side...
But when the toes curl and the eyelashes flutter to the rhythm of the headboard bass
drum, not much stands between the fist and glove...
Only a morning of excuse-stained carpet walls and beer bottle crime scenes with the
occaisional glance at the door...