I can see it in their eyes, these boys, laying flat on the mat, not in pain but suffering.
A Divorce of the Mind
How does one be a man in your world? Beat his child, destroy everything he’s had through lies, and pints and whiskey, become a Christ in his own mind?
The Gambler Decries the Moral-Less America
No one does anything because it’s a good thing to do. They do it because it’s a good thing to do for them.
The Commissioner Turns a Blind Eye
Art lost because time makes you a loser. It always comes out on top, no matter who you are, no matter what you do.
