Hannes was a butcher with tiger stripes on his arms, kept under his cuffs and sleeves in quiet reflection, scored out healed over and scored again. He enjoyed the practice for the same reason he butchered animals, for the blood. Blood was the end result of his blade slicing through flesh and raw animal alike. ...READ MORE
Completely engulfed in yesterday’s leftovers, I realized my wife was not in the least bit sweaty after her return from the gym. I'd been considering leaving my wife, I believed she'd cheated on me. Twice. She continually left for the gym, but never returned with differed muscle mass; her body had become a shapeless blob of doubt in my abilities to perform as a husband. I believe she has begun an affair with her instructor, Hans. Hans, the bastard from Beirut.