Blogger note: this post was written for a challenge at Lance Burson's blog lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog where entrants listen to a song and write exactly 100 words in response.
Here is my entry to Faith No More's Falling to Pieces.
"Woman trouble?" the guy behind the counter asked.
"You don't know the half of it," was all he could come up with.
"I see guys with wild stories all the time, in the end you all always come to me."
Three dozen roses should send the right message, he thought. So many decisions to make, he had to win her heart. He'd had it ever so briefly. His wife was going to be pissed. His daughter was not going to understand. Too many women were going to be unhappy and it was all his fault.
His brother's wife was pregnant.