I’m brokenpintglass. I spend a lot of the time trying to get a different view of my life through the distorting blur of the thick glass at the bottom of a pint. My sister used to wash dishes at a breakfast joint and learned that you can drop a pint glass just the right way so that a heart shaped chunk breaks out right in the middle of the glass, ( I have seen it happen ) and this made me think. Hearts and pint glasses, both fragile, are the two things I let lead my life. Unhealthy and foolish, romantic and sad. These are a few of the words I would use to describe this philosophy but I can’t seem to let go of this. When I do. If I do. I will change my name.