Sometimes I Wake Up in The Middle of The Night... 2

Love, l'amour

by David Williams

Pg. 7

Ah, love. L'amour. Stupidest concept ever dreamed up. That's right, dreamed up. Someone invented it and turned the whole world upside down. I'm not sure who invented it. Maybe Shakespeare. Or Hallmark. But man, what a waste of time. So much more bad comes from it than good. Children come from sex, let's not confuse the two. Good feelings come from self-fulfillment and sex, and satisfaction comes from food and sex. In fact, the only good thing that comes from so-called "love," is that it keeps bored people occupied and makes them think they're intriguing. So take it from someone who's been around. Love doesn't exist. Forget it.