Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.
The human child – so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.
Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.
Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.
I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.
In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed into the ring to beat him down. They made him bleed. They let him suffer. Millions of them - until one last time, when he gathered himself to his feet.