Love is a city filled with the healthy & sick, slick boulevards & foul sewers, saints, sinners & the absolutely mad. Love is a gallows that trades killing for kissing. A roadside hotel where the bed’s actually clean. Love is a songbird holding perfect pitch during a perfect storm. It’s a cool glass of water in Dante’s inferno. A stroll in the park & a highway to hell. Love is a flower parade, a jackhammer hangover. It’s the pen with just enough ink to endorse that million-dollar check written to your unwavering faith in the crazy unknown.