Punching her in the head is not an option, not even after Josie joins her bosom buddy, a superimportant rock star named Raquel, for their Mexican getaway.

Hold me. I am perishing. Achilles We can never perish. It is Unlove and unhate that give form To phantasms of time and space.

Alcohol became a crutch to help him through the long nights; eventually it killed him.

Even if I were looking for a boyfriend, I don't think he would be in the running.