“Metro Von Dickfucker”

“Somehow, by dealing with the dead, I had never felt so alive.”

“Sometimes it felt like looking at his face and just accepting the way things were between us was the hardest thing in the world.”

“Robbie Oliver could call me Pooey-Poo-Poo Smelly Face if he wanted to.”

“And then he laughed. It was short and brief, but genuine and made the dimples stand out on his scruffy cheeks. It was the best sound I’d heard all year.”

“I wanted to be someone, someone important. I wanted to be revered, I wanted to be respected, I wanted to be loved. I wanted it all so much that I remember thinking I would do anything for it. I would give anything for it.”

“He glanced beside him then patted at his round shoulders. “Want to come up here?” “What, on your shoulders?” He grinned and shrugged. “Yeah, why not? Everyone else is doing it.” The idea of a 5’9” girl sitting on a 6’4” guy made me want to laugh. We’d be the brontosaurus of the festival. The acid trippers would see us and freak the hell out.”