Here goes a quick story.
She does not cry for her (she has cancer), for other people yes,me,
specially me being the tough ex military MAN wich it is her son.
I just saw her today and she brought to me some great appetizers,
gave her a kiss at first as a MAN, suddenly I broke down,
so I just left, didn´t wan´t her to see me crying like a bitch.
The point being is that through writing I can express myself better than talking,
quite a problem really but is the truth.
There goes the story.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.