“Let me tell you the story of “right hand, left hand.” It’s a tale of good and evil. Hate: it was with this hand that cane iced his brother. Love: these five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man. The right hand: the hand of love. The story of life is this: static. one hand is always fighting the other hand; and the left hand is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the right hand, love, is finished. but, hold on, stop the presses, the right hand is coming back. Yeah, he got the left hand on the ropes, now, that’s right. Ooh, it’s the devastating right and hate is hurt, he’s down. Left-hand hate K.O.ed by love.”

-Radio Raheem spits some truth

Do the right thing. Do it.

“I don’t want to have to do this living. I just walk around. I want to be swept off my feet, you know? I want my children to have magical powers. I am prepared for amazing things to happen. I can handle it.”

-Me and You and Everyone We Know

(Or, maybe i’m just selfishly lazy. Or, lazily selfish. Or.)

But here are some stories anyway:

H&M ring I purchased last year for $2.  I had another one that said ‘me’ but I lost it.  Now all that’s left is ‘you’.

Halves and haves.