February 14th and my wife is looking at me with hope in her eyes. She has just given me a card and a bottle of my favourite drink so I presume she is hoping for something similar in return. I have nothing but the shovel I’m hiding behind my back.
Valentine’s Day is a joke. A day made up, no doubt, by people who sell cards and flowers. A way of conning us out of our money as we feel duty bound to “prove our love” for one another.
Well this collection is not about proving love. This collection of stories is all about sour, bloody violent love. They say love hurts. They’re not wrong.