When I get down to my last dime I’ll just walk over to skid row.””There are some real weirdos down there.””They’re everywhere.

Could a scar be like the rings of a tree, reopened with each emotional season?

I don’t believe outstandingly beautiful and charismatic women create obsession in what would otherwise be normal men, but rather they attract the weirdos and the stalkers; flames in the darkness that these disturbing people inhabit,...