"I tried to find that true love vendors sell out of their carts. They're tryin' to make me buy what I don't want. When I was a schoolboy my father always told me 'it's a buyers market son'. Today it's a sellers market. I just want a woman." He paused to collect his thoughts. His slender hands reached into his pocket for a cigarette and he placed it between his smug lips. "I want a woman that drives me a little up the fucking wall...yeah; it's a damn shame how it is these days." He bent forward slightly to light his cigarette and take a drag of the sickly sweet smoke. "It's a damn shame."
