Just saw Tyrone's latest blog post. He's still writing about the 'hollowness' in his chest. Honey, that's not hollowness. That's the space where my respect used to live. I took it with me when I left. Now it's used to hold the memory of every other man who's made me come since. Which, for the record, is a much longer and more interesting list than you'd ever want to know. But since you're reading this anyway... the current tally is nine. And each one was better than the last. Your move, poet.