“I'd purchased it before my trip to the gay rodeo with a bunch of friends many moons ago. Many horses had been saved that weekend as many cowboys had been ridden." ...”

“I snatched up the cardboard cup, plastered my lips to the plastic sippy-lid and sucked down a scalding hot mouthful. It burned, but I didn’t give a damn. I held the cup to my chest as if it were my most special friend while feeling the instant affect the coffee had on my mood and I smiled. “Hello lover.”

“I scowled listening to my back cracking and popping.Either i was getting old, Wade had fucked me out of alignment, or the stress of the past week had taken more of a toll than I had previously allowed myself to imagine.”

“...she's just an Italian momma. She worries alot." "Dude, whenever she knew you had a date, she'd callduring the day while you were at work, leaving you those disturbing messages—reading off detailed descriptions of what Jeffrey Dahmer did to his victims.""She actually still does that." Gabe cringed, looking over at me. "She only wants me to be safe. The whole gay thing wasn't easy for her.""Boo hoo," I said, "You're queer, not cancerous. She's had plenty of time to get the hell over it.”

“We made sure you got the cute, gay doctor,” Lonny said, smiling at the man, shamelessly flirting.”

“I guess we should get to it.” Wade said, reaching down to pick up my skis. Yes please, my evil side thought, before being whacked over the head with a sledge hammer by my inner angel.”

“He tasted all minty and fresh, and lord knows I had to have tasted all rotten, full of hate and frustration.”