Walk a path of razor blades and giggles, skip and dance along in pain and passion. Laugh and cry and scream in agony and ecstasy alike. It’s broken glass and hot coals on naked feet all the way, no doubt. But it’s whoopee cushions firecrackers as well.

And you can switch metaphors as jarringly as you like, but just remember this.

Don’t leave the table before you’ve cleaned your plate, because there’s no coming back for a second helping.

Got it?

 

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