I will give you the benefit of the doubt that of course you would split the profits from the ticket sales; you just left it implied.

I really wish that my parents had mentioned much earlier in my life that mental illness runs in the family and what the signs were so that I could have started getting treatment right away, rather than wasting years of my life confusing feelings of depression for proof that I was a terrible person. (Just to be clear, there was no malice involved; my mom just felt really self-consious about it, so she did not want to bring it up.)

The blood of our enemies.

I will eat lasagna every year for Christmas dinner until I am in the grave, and I am perfectly fine with the fact that I was bullied into this by all the Italian ancestors who came before me because lasagna is delicious.