“I loved them since high school. They had always their hands in my hair. And when my heart was broken, they knew how to suffocate me with sweetness. They kissed my lovers goodbye, and I cried tears of glory. We played with ice-cubes in our mouths. We ate china boxes, and smoke cigarettes in the sun. And the city felt like it owed us a favour. Boys broke my heart, and my girls would train me like a dog. Yes, I was a dog for love. And I learned to eat my goddamn bloody heart. So he...