'and he walked alone, free from the chains of responsibility and the chains of regret. Free from a world full of different people and hurt. All he had was himself and for the first time since he could remember, his heart was full'
matchstick legs, cigarettes. glass trays, and everything it held. real fur and cheap t-shirts. alcohol and coffee. sleeping in the tub all summer long, making love on the roof and fighting across streets and alleyways of this city - everything we did was sacrilegious. but it felt so good.