Thoughts About Violence: Protectors, Maximum Security, Shame

My first real love was a “bad-ass.” He was, wildly good-looking, European and chain-smoked “Gitanes” which were very strong, unfiltered cigarettes. When he moved out of the apartment we shared for 10 years, the previously white walls were grayish black, and it took a while for even fresh paint to extinguish the smell. He was […] The post Thoughts About Violence: Protectors, Maximum Security, Shame…