How many of us move through life on auto-pilot, our youthful dreams and ambitions somehow forgotten in the daily grind? Approaching middle age, outnumbered and surrounded by the hoards of a meaningless existence, one man finally took a stand..."All I recall is that she didn't taste like anything. Like water, I realized in mid-kiss: not sweet, exotic, or intense in any way. Just water: tasteless, essential, and two thirds of my consistency." -Luke Kettle