The good things, the bad things, they all go away. That's not how I plan on living! Pour me a glass of red paired with a plate of garlic angel hair and I'll tell you a story or two. Not right now. No, if I talk too much it will seem that time has touched only me. I am not a dog wagging her tail ten minutes after a tongue lashing! While I'm alive, nothing is over. Do I look like I'm deceiving you? That's because I'm hungry. A side of olives, kalamata, or roasted red peppers—what time is dinner? For now, I will tell you this. All of it was my fault. Most of it. Split it fifty-fifty. We carried out our dirty deeds as easily as we ate our meals.