I created and detailed his fatal love story within my mind. He was broken from it and left with the scar around his mouth. He fell in love with another man. Someone younger. Almost half his age. A drinker. A handsome model from the city who told him, “I’m just hiking through these woods.” Someone the stranger painted. Eric. Benny. Tomas. Phillip. Carrey. The artist/stranger fell in love with the model. He painted him almost daily within the woods, sometimes naked. But the drinking continued, the model became violent. The model had a severe problem and drank all the time. An addict. And a mad one. I told myself the scar on the stranger’s face was from the addict. An argument broke out between the two; probably over the model’s heavy drinking. And a jagged and broken bottle was slashed acros
