“Charlie, can you say one kind thing? I am starting to think that I am helping Satan’s daughter. It’s kind of creepy.”

“Van was feeding Christian as we walked in the door. I shielded my hands in front of my face to prevent from seeing her bare breast. "God damn woman, put that tit away!""I'm feeding my daughter. You want another taste?"I started gagging immediately just thinking about how bad that shit tasted. "Hell no! I would rather eat dog shit.”

“I’m Jammer.”“What kind of name is that?” It sounded ridiculous“It’s the name you’ll be calling out the next time you’re holding a shower head between your legs and wishing it was my mouth.”

“Can't you just see it? Can't you see us with gray hair, sitting at those late night football games. I'll be the dad with one eye on my football playing sons, and the other on our daughter, who if she looks anything like you, I will need to carry a gun to fight off all of those horny teenage boys.”

“…not that it’s any of your damn business, but my entire life has just been assfucked. I’ve been left a shithole bar by a father that I didn’t even know I had, and if that isn’t enough, I had to drop out of college because the bar came with a kid too.”

“It’s all about the Hustle.”

“Why is it that when your life is at a breaking point, every freaking song on the radio relates to it. If I heard one more sad song, I was going to rip the radio out of the dash and toss it out on the road.”