Are These Tears Of Sadness, Tears Of Laughter, Tears Of Rage Or Am I Merely Sweating?
Three Men In Pain. One hides it by laughter, the other through rage, the last through quiet. They share their stories with one another.
Three men sat around the fire while the fourth trekked for water. They were miles from anything, save each other and the sanctity of the location. The first was speaking, “I was angry, probably more than anything else. It wasn’t just that she dumped me, but that I knew why, that I saw it coming at least a couple months out, but couldn’t do anything about it. All those times she chewed me out for every mistake, I wanted to...
