Diamonds Aren't 4ever

And I know this, man. I know diamonds dull in my mama's presence. I know that even when I ball (this is a certain as it was) if I am able to force the woman who sent me here, and here, and here armed with this to experience the fruits of her labor she'd give it to charity. So it's appropriate that her brief letter to the editor published in this week's Seattle Weekly is about humanitarianism.

Love is not love. It's much more.