Triangles Falling Out the Window.

The couple across the way is clumsily making love while balancing mental checkbooks. It is a bum deal to see intimacy only going cock deep, barely a boundary passed, barely a moment treasured. The cell phone bursts out, "Johnny Hit and Run" blaring; both going limp, figuratively, literally, emotionally. The real world eats love like green M&Ms, little trivial candy coated smack your lips and say your peace...you're never half the man you wanted to be yesterday.