Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight? Neither have I, but some women will make me wonder if I sold my soul to the dark side and misplaced the memory of it.
Or perhaps I have earned these experiences after all the shit I have had to wade through. When Shelley Fox squeezes out of her clothes in front of your eyes, one tends to forgive Life for all of its cruel moments. It is okay if my goldfish died when I was seven, I have this now.