On Christmas Eve every one of us worked until we bled. Covered in scales, meat like dirt under our fingernails, we smiled for the customers. But among ourselves, we cursed, and flirted, and let filth fall from our tongues until we'd all successfully made everyone else blush. And after a fourteen hour shift in which he didn't stop running once, my ( Read more... )

so, i have these fishhooks all over my body. i like them. i picked them out, each one, and i know what they mean, and i know why they are where they are, and why they are at all. i've two in my lip, and there are others. they are all mine. and i think that i will most likely keep it that way. this is not to say that i would mind being scarred or ( Read more... )