Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Everyone knows the worst torso face of all is Iggy Pop’s, and mine certainly isn’t that hideous. Yet, I can’t look at mine without feeling a vague sense of sadness, which is the expression mine conveys. I don’t know what has rendered him so sad. Our life together has been pretty good. I’ve taken decent care of him. I haven’t exposed him to vanity shaving or to painful piercings, regrettable tats, but the way he looks at me with his pout and droopy eyelids, I can’t help feeling guilty.
Oh, why did I ever have to become aware of my torso face? Who was the cruel bastard who first showed me Iggy’s grotesque body-grimace?
Whoever it was, I hope he can’t look himself in the nipples.