Prepare to be astonished! It’s been another week of craziness, this time of the presto-magic variety. Team Flash had to deal with a freaky-deaky futuristic magician named Abra Kadabra (who names these villains in the 64th century anyway?) This dude was so evil and so lame… he didn’t even pull one rabbit out of a hat. Such a rip off! To complicate things it turned out the love of my life Gypsy was after him for some terrible crimes he committed on Earth-19. So low and behold, my main squeeze and I were finally back together… until it all fell apart. Turns out Gypsy hasn’t been completely honest about herself and it left me feeling pretty confused. Finding out she lost a “partner” partner wasn’t something I was ready to hear. So I let her leave with our grand destiny for love on an indefinite hiatus.



I think I did the right thing breaking it all off, but now I feel like the Staypuft Marshmallow Man at the end of “Ghostbusters”… a big gooey mess. I have all these feelings for her, but I can’t trust her. I decided to go for a mopey walk in the rain and pouted my way to a record store. It was time to drown my sorrows in some sad songs.

I stepped inside the shop and the cute hipster clerk with purple hair took one look at me and identified my genre of need: Emo. I tried to defend myself saying I’m just looking for some sad songs I could sing along to and yes, maybe cry to get over my break up. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. She was right. Ugh. I was totally “Emo” Cisco: sad as frack! She took my hand and led me to the section and piled on record after record into my arms. She hooked me up with enough albums of whiney, angsty, heart-on-the sleeve tunes to see me through any multiverse breakup. I went home and listened to every last one. And you know what? It was cathartic to wallow for a bit.

But to tell you the truth, I realize now I need a little something more to fully snap out of the Gypsy blues. Enough of “Emo” Cisco! I’m putting the sad songs away and doing something I know will truly make me feel better. I’m heading down to S.T.A.R. Labs to check in on our wounded warrior Caitlin and treat her to some tasty strawberry jell-o… and yes, complain more about my heartache. But it’s cool. Caitlin’s my best friend and she’s always there for me. Who needs bad romance and sad songs when you have true friendships like that?