It's fucked to decay in mid-life. I've one hip done and knees and the other hip need doing and I don't want to do them. The first was brutal—three more is yuck.I read a birth defect is like getting a joker if jokers are bad—a chaotic impost at the start of life.Chaos brings light so burn bright as the dark chokes you.That should be in a fortune cookie. Along with "Face the fierce tiger with your chair but know that the chair is you ... as is the tiger."That would make a nice change. Just slip it in. Esoteric malign fortunes. And name people like Derek of Phil so if Derek of Phil gets one they're like "What the actual fuck?" as the fortune then says they will die at the stroke of the next night's falling. Suck it, Derek (or Phil).