This went down like a shard of glass through my fingers.

…, feeding him lines to relay to Saint Barbara or Saint Jude, whomever it happened to be that night. There was such an uncomfortable, confused sadness beaming from his eyes at all times, a terrified passivity, as if he wanted badly to please others but knew of nothing that could please himself.
South of Hollywood — Interview #7
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Dodge Zelko
Debdutta Pal
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This went down like a shard of glass through my fingers.
It's exquisite, the pain, that is.
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I'd rather be watching Netflix.
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