Was I in love? Yes. I was in love once with a savage, a vampire, an engine between my legs that guzzled gasoline as much as Gatorade and good, good times. I was in love with a man where the money was nothing in comparison to the time. I was in love with a vodka martini, stirred and with a twist. The problem? I was a Manhattan with extra cherries. I was simply a dog trying to lick the sweat between my lover’s toes. I was an animal. I was hunted… No, I wasn’t. I wasn’t.