WHY I LOVE SIN Time has its seasons. History its reasons. Love is entirely lawless. Breathless with anarchy, we partook of lusher kiwi that we'd stolen from the store. Ripe fruit must always be had then or else it'll turn bad. Oh, how delicious wrong is. Medicine has its lesions. Politics has its treasons. We though found ourselves flawless. Mike Geary Memphis Redemption City, USA