24 dollars means 480 donuts. I could live on it 3 months and sleep in the park.
I finally feel I get it. Love’s never not been what drives me, and Penelope is her name by another, which I could never, ever say, for I may not have met her. Far better to suffer the slings and arrows. You get a story. I’m rich, but could never cash in myself unless I had assurances prior of where and why a heart lies, were I to go forth for the purpose I’d bother. Yet the corruption at getting what I want after the fact, I’d loathe to be that author. I like nice things with the best of them, for the record. A sober kiss, for one.
-Majnun
