<scarrow> The muscular body of the fighter. The swirling bass. The broken chicken beard. The ability to communicate without saying a single ugly word. The willingness to drink everything that burns and then not turn into a roaring pig. Preparedness for a bloody fight is constant. A knife and a casket are always with you.
<scarrow> I could have grown into a brutal macho.
But I’m a girl, I paint my lips, I wear clothes, and most of the above only complicates my life.