Munch sighs heavily and rubs the inside corners of his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. He takes one more steadying breath before he says what he's told so few others before.
( Cry on the couch 'til all the poets come to life )

What foods remind you of home?

1. Everything's always a competition with him. God forbid we ever had one holiday were he wasn't trying to impress our mother with news about his mortuary. Give it up Bern! I'm a cop, I win ( Read more... )