There's something beautiful about broken households, alcoholics hangovers and chaos in general there's a sense of beauty....
It's beautiful because it's like car wreck it's horrible yet you can't turn your eyes away within that fiery metal and twisted pile of flesh and bone lays a story, it's like poetry, it's poetry because it's real brutally real, it makes you feel, it makes you think you think about how it happened, where did it happened? when and why?
It's beautiful because it hurts it hurts and sometimes we need to feel pain in order to grow, it's perfectly imperfect like life, that why broken households car wrecks and heartbreaks will always have a better plot line than any Cinderella story ever could.... it's real and people like real....