It said something along the lines that nature often doesn’t know – through its random genetic mutations – how to choose the true masters of a planet. Xx video And no time. Wouldn’t they consider Laura and me to be different species – waiting to kill each other? Fat chance: women, the coarser their hair, the more insensitive they are – I found myself formulating one of the maxims I’d forget once I’d gotten over a hangover. Or an alligator – for I never really knew them very well. My attempt to close my eyes and treat the whole thing as a natural extension of last night’s drunken bender only drew another foot into my ribs. The latter, with a slow movement, much slowed by long fasting, rushed at the tiger.




















