I was handsome. Yes, I said that. I would turn heads. “That is ONE BODACIOUS hunk of meat!” they said. I was proud. But I had no record.
I didn’t like the holding area and wanted to get out. I’d heave myself forward and whoever tried to join me there would get their faces bloodied. My reputation started to grow. They’d whisper it behind my back. “Nosebender.”
It’s annoying when they put on the restraints. But it hurts when they open the door. “One, two, three, four, five…Oh! Another Heartbreaker.” I’d like to break way more than that.