17 October 2008

16 October 2008

08 October 2008

Goddammit...

You look nervous.
Is it the scars?
You wanna know how I got them?
Come here. Come here.
I had a wife, beautiful like you. Who tells me I worry too much. Who says I need to smile more. Who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks.
One day they carve her face, and we have no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just want to see her smile again. I just want her to know I don't car about the scars. So I put a razor in my mouth and do this to myself... And you know what?
She can't stand the sight of me. She leaves. See, now I see the funny side.
Now I'm always smiling.