“I had no intention of getting involved with a tattooed, spikey-haired rock dude who wore his waistband under his ass cheeks, slept around and had commitment issues. Those were the types that had me running from the hills.”

“Just when I thought I had things under control, the reality of who I was smacked me squarely in the face. Being nuts was no fun let me tell you. I was a far cry from being the lovable eccentric. The wacky dude who mumbled to himself and wore his pants inside out. Nope, my kind of nuts was scary and consuming.”

“I was relieved to see some color come backto his face after he ate, though he still had dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept for a week. I thought I had the monopoly on those.”

“He had tattooed all of the names of the men he had killed on his body...unfortunately he had run out of room.”

“It seemed that both had lately had a touch of that pain under the waistband which comes of a sedentary life.”

“I had a sudden understanding of tattooing's true appeal: It'sTroll-collecting for biker types.”