“You know,” he said, “P.S.S. Piss Camp.” “Yeah, I get it,” I said, “It’s just not funny.”

“‘Ozzy, is it true you got busted for pissing on the Alamo?’ he asked me.‘Yeah,’ I told him. ‘It’s true.’‘Shit, man,’ he said. ‘We piss on it every night on our way home.’”

“I wasn’t mad at you. I just have a bad habit of lashing out at those I care about. It’s a piss poor excuse, I know, but I am sorry,” he said, enveloping me in his arms.”

“Are you guys getting to know each other pretty well? I'm sure it's a little bit awkward at first.''Yeah,' I said. 'I'd say we're getting to know each other *really* well. Wouldn't you, Nathan?'He kicked me under the table and mouthed, *Not funny*.”

“He said, 'Yeah, but will I get chicks? In truckloads?”

“Sage," he said. "What are you wearing?"I sighed and stared down at the dress. "I know. It's red. Don't start. I'm tired of hearing about it.""Funny," he said. "I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at it.”