“King was a celebrity in this dump and carried himself accordingly across the sticky floorboards to the bar and a lineup of patrons who seemed to be wearing mug shots for faces.”

“If someone asked me to pick out my own vagina’s mug shot out of a lineup of vaginas, I’d be helpless. And probably concerned about what exactly my vagina had been doing that constituted a need for its own mug shot.”

“The girl in me wanted to slap Lung across his face and yell, "Get your eyes off my sticky buns, ya creep!”

“You could BE somebody," he said, focusing a tight shot on her face. "Honey," she said, mugging for the camera like an old time movie queen, "I already am somebody.”

“The inside is packed with people. Lots of them crowding the bar, passing drinks back for people to carry to tables. A bunch of guys are pouring shots of vodka."To Zacharov!" one toasts."To open hearts and open bars!" calls another."And open legs," says Anton.”

“They said every year was a gift, not a guarantee, and ought to be celebrated accordingly.”