Men Don't Traipse. We... Swagger

Some Lessons Can't Be Taught, They Simply Have To Be Learned.

Maybe The Reason I've Never Died In This Story Is That I've Never Had Something Worth Dying For Before.

Leave It To A Man To Mess Things Up

The Damage Was Permanent; There Would Always Be Scars. But Even The Angriest Scars Faded Over Time Until It Was Difficult To See Them Written On The Skin At All, And The Only Thing That Remained Was The Memory Of How Painful It Had Been.

We Are All, I Suppose, Beholden To Our Parents - The Question Is, How Much?