Fierce beauties, red kiss, drunk nights of weirdness and enchantment, a ticket to Wonderland from time to time, cabaret romance, nostalgic longing in foreign eyes, death defying nihilists dancing with a fag between their fingers, entitled gothic dominatrix, and lick-shoe submissive big boys with ducktail hair style, a troupe of crepuscular creatures, a blank memory card, Delia’s warmth in bed at dawn when coming home, the smiling faces of my daughters right before passing out without brushing my teeth. These are what I stay alive for.
