Razorblade Tears

by S.A. Cosby

It didn’t seem fair for a man to mourn someone abundantly that he had loved so miserly.

A baseball bat with nails. A tamper. A .45. It occurred to Buddy Lee that anything could be a weapon if you were dedicated enough. Even love. Especially love.

There’s been times I’ve been miserable. Times where all I wanted to do was lay down and die. If I added them up, those times would beat the good times two to one, no doubt about that,”