Being in love with her was like betting everything you had (and borrowing from the mob) on a racehorse that seduced you. The horse never even left the fucking gate. And now, once or twice a month, oafs show up and break one of your limbs, or your jaw, or whatever isn’t currently broken. And it never really ends. And the longer it goes on, the more impossible it becomes to pay the debt. It grows like a cancer. It eats everything.