The night of the poison arrows. One came left. One came right. And all those poison arrows hit me where it hurt most. Straight through the heart. After all these years, that ABC song finally meant something. Life has a habit of firing poison arrows when you least expect them. And all because two people I cared about got it on with one another. Petty jealousy is worse when you’re drunk. But when I woke up next day the poison arrows were still there.

“Who broke my heart, you did, you did.
Bow to the target, blame Cupid, Cupid.
You think you’re smart, stupid, stupid.
Shoot that poison arrow to my heart”