“Ha. 'Excuse me but your my soul mate. Pardon me while I kill you.' Riiiight.""I'd see if she'd go horizontal first, eh?”

“What's up with you? I can't remember when I've ever heard you so affected by a woman. Sure you didn't prong her with the sharps and the blunt?”

“He was much older and had the physique of someone who spent all his time behind a computer. The only way he'd have a six-pack was if he'd added it on Photoshop.”

“Well, I am going to exercise my prerogative of roaring and show you how fares nobility. Watch me.”

“She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.”

“She turned towards me and narrowed her eyes...narrowed them horizontally, not vertically.”

“And what did it say?” I ask, almost expecting to hear him tell me, “Soon.”“Check the bed.” His voice cracks saying the words.“Excuse me?”“That’s what it said.”“And what’s it supposed to mean?”“Call me crazy, but I think it might mean that I should check my bed.”“Not funny.”“Who’s laughing? I’m paranoid about going home now. I’m having major flashbacks to summer camp. You know, itching powder in the bedsheets, snakes under the pillow, getting your hand dipped into a bowl full of water while you sleep—”