“I tried to imagine Tate on ice skates. This vision didn’t form in my brain likely because Tate’s badassness reached across four states and halted such activity.”
“Just like trying to ice skate on two sticks of butter in the desert, my love for her melted and was no good to anyone but a chef.”
“Some mother fuckers are always trying to ice skate up hill.”
“Jonas, Tate’s teenaged son … looking like mini-Tate, giving me the understanding that in a few years, me and every woman over twenty-five years of age in Carnal would be moved to become a cougar.”
“My imagination is something of a badass.”
“Somebody dialed the wrong number trying to reach me, but I didn’t pick up because I didn’t recognize the number, or the legitimacy of the situation.”