Brian Katcher

“Everyone has that one line they swear they'll never cross, the one thing they say they'll never do. Not something serious like I'll never kill anyone or I'll never invade Russia in the winter. Usually, it's something less earth-shattering.I'll never cheat on her.I'll never work at a job I hate.I'll never give up on my dreams.We draw the line. Maybe we even believe it. That's why it's so hard when we break that promise we make to ourselves.Sage Hendricks was my line.”

“She baked you cookies!' he repeated as if I'd missed the importance. 'So what?' I turned to get my bag, but Tim blocked my way.'She wants to have your babies.”

“I expected a nod and maybe a handshake, but Dan clasped his hand to his chest, whispered something like "Chthulhu fh'tagn!" and spit into a urinal.”

“I had two beady brown eyes that, no matter how hard I tried to look mysterious and cool, always seemed to say "It wasn't just me who farted.”

“Nothing like the soft touch of a woman. Her smooth skin...or her rough scars.”

“Dude, I totally pendejo!" he said, happily calling himself an asshole.”

“Sage would survive. I'd survive. We were better off apart. Painful and quick, just like ripping off a Band-Aid. Well, more like gouging a piece of shrapnel out of my stomach, pouring a bottle of gin into the wound, lighting it on fire, and sewing my guts up with a dirty bootlace. But the concept was the same.”