the smuggler’s bible

Mauricio

Okay, so love is, uhm. I mean, the act of loving—well, it’s not an act, right? You demonstrate love through action, but you can’t, like, do love. In most contexts. FIne, in any G-rated context (and only once if you’re trying to stop the slide at PG-13, past that you’d better get raunchy and fast to make up for losing the bored teen demographic).

Mauricio flicks to the next slide and checks his notes, which contain nothing but a heart drawn crudely with red Sharpie. This, he realizes, is probably the sort of thing his therapist meant by “self-sabotage.”