Having shit for brains can make life a bit of a challenge, but having your craniopagic brother’s shit, legs, and hand for your brain is the kind of thing that would make you wonder if sometimes God’s just like “Eh, you know what? Fuck it for now. Lost‘s about to start, I’m lighting this joint. As long as I set my alarm an hour early, I’ll have plenty of time to fix this baby in the morning.”