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

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

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.

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