Broken bottles and frantic squabbles as two fighters get down and dirty on the rancid cobbles.
Pen to paper his words make this man a lyrical saviour. Phrases tight and concise, watch them taper into nothin’ but vapour.
Picture this: you’re in a fight, possibly to the death, and you’re on the brink of losing. You’re scrabbling around to find purchase on something, anything to give you an advantage. Your fingers grasp a thin object. Dimly, through the red mist, you realise the tides are turning, your luck is in; for you have… Continue reading The pen is mightier than the sword