Love and human flesh...
Yesterday, Ryan and I had a conversation about whether or not we would eat each other if it were a simple matter of survival - ie. we were victims of a plane crash (like that movie, Alive) stranded far from civilization, were literally dying of hunger and the other was already dead or dying. Ryan claims he could never do such a thing, and that he would rather die by my side. That's sweet, but I think the reality might be much different. I know I would let myself die, but mainly because I'd probably prefer to die than eat a lot of things, most of them widely accepted conventional food products. Ryan, on the other hand, loves bacon.