Max is NOW!

A transcription from a crinkled up napkin I found in my pocket this morning:

And these two poor lovers, crossed hearts from the crib of life itself. Little do they know of each others wants. Just like oil separates from water, so they churn against each other, always melting to the others movements and never breaking the skins of their cages. It is despairing, at best, that two so lovely souls would find every fulfillment but the one they desire most. So closely they speak, yet they find themselves at sea…alone…apart. Lost in the water of another, or maybe of all others, or maybe all things. It is sad, ultimately sad. Finding solace aside their fulfillment is anything but great, anything but true and good. Their denial is a refutation of man himself, of the spirit of the age. To spit it all out and call everyone nothingness. Nothing but fools and deceivers. Nothing at all. The lack. The end.

Yes. Alcohol makes me emotional. But I’m only soft and squishy on the inside…and around the midsection.