All the time in the world couldn't fix his broken heart and all the whisky in the land couldn't ease his pain. She broke him. She broke him good.

With nothing else to lose he drank a gallon of cement in the desperate hope it would still his beating heart. Fortune did not look kindly upon him that sad day, the day North Korea tested nuclear weapons in a neighbouring field. The cement engulfed his organs, muscles and skin, everything except his heart, a heart forged with nuclear power. He became a man of stone. A statue with an everlasting and broken human heart. Destined to live forever with a heart that pours out sorrow with every beat.

Jordan, Brazil.

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