April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. https://t.co/3ID91uMXvn
Picture this: It’s 2am, you’ve just delivered millions of gifts, you’re exhausted, you’re bloated, you’re just a thousand years out from retirement. A woman screams. You’ve just run over Grandma. What do you do?