All that chanting. Angry slogans. It was a gorgeous day. Sunshine. Cold. People everywhere. It felt good to be out in the city. But the spirit of the crowd felt wrong. Too many people out for blood. It got uglier and uglier as the protesters came to a stop, filling the Place de la République. The...
41. It was never enough with her. I was always doomed to failure. Whatever we did, it was never enough. No matter how close I held her. No matter how long I watched her sleep, no matter how long we looked at each other. No matter the fucking, the lovemaking. It was never e...