So hey, once Joshua heals your brother, you want to go do something, get some pomegranate juice, a falafel,or get married or something?

So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need

Love: the sickest of Irony’s sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.

Don't drive drunk. Ever. Don't shag anyone you don't like, or who doesn't like you. Get a look at how people live in a place where you don't. Suffering is over-rated, don't pursue it. Ask for help when you need it, don't when you don't, and learn to recognize the difference. Don't confuse movement and progress. Be kind. Be forgiving. Pay attention.

Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.

This Roberto. He no like the light.

And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.