The flick was Good Heart and the story centers on a cross between Gerard Depardieu and Walter Brennan who has a damaged heart but also has a New York bar. He befriends a homeless guy who ends up dying and giving his heart to the crusty guy. This plays out in my romantic region as a question "what if we fell in love but one of us was broken and it became a mercy mission?" So I'm this cute guy who's down and out and she falls for me and I love her for it but she carries me through life. Or - she's a knockout but says we could be together but in a different town and she will change jobs but the recession hits and I take care of the expenses and she loves me for it. The answer cannot be proven because neither of us play that role. Part of the idolatry in our love is the strength each provides that makes us worship each other. It is the durable outer shell that permits the heart-felt stuff to be so delicato. It is so apparent that the question should never had been asked but I did and it gives me this to detail. Laying it out comes from gratitude and knowledge that life can switch and pitch some heavy travails in a time it takes a New York cabbie to honk when the light turns green. The clip of Seth Myers ID'ing Trump as the guy with a fox on his head was a LOL (or a shit-kicker before text talk). Mine was - a hacky sack is what a samurai eunuch maker does. The song I can't get out of my head is Moody Blues "Timothy Leary's Dead" changing it to that Bin Laden mort.