We were freaks -- lobster-claw boys and bearded ladies, oddities juggling depression and loneliness, playing solitaire, spin the bottle, trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal, but at night, while the others slept, we kept walking the tightrope.
Bili smo nakaze -- dječak s kljieštima umjesto ruku i bradate dame, čudnovatosti koje žongliraju depresiju i samoću, igraju solitaire, zavrti bocu, pokušavajući poljubiti ranjene dijelove sebe i zaliječiti se, ali noću, dok su drugi spavali, mi smo nastavljali hodati po žici.