“Trev, remember when I told you about the one thing I missed from my life before I met you?” Kegan dropped his forearms onto his bent knees, leaned his forehead on them. “You just met her.”

“Since the Gods of hangovers ignore you I hope the Deities of STD’s bestow you with rotten crotch.”

“I got manicure and pedicure supplies, fat ass snacks that are so decadent they’ll wipe out any depressing thought you’ve ever had.” She winked with a slight smile. “And if that don’t work, I got us enough fuzzy navel fixings to have us singing old show tunes and wiggling our asses until the Fourth of July.”

“Hope was like frogs praying for wings so they didn’t bump their asses when they hopped. But there weren’t any flying fucking frogs!”

“He took her face in his hands and claimed her mouth with his. It felt like he had been drowning, and she was his life raft. This was not a soft, sensual kiss. This was a kiss of desperation. A kiss of need, not want. And Cali needed it just as much as Matthew.”

“I met a man with no forehead and receding eyebrows. He had ketchup crusted on his eyelids. I can't remember what we talked about, I just remember him smelling like chicken feed.”

“Because of what I loved at 7, I still get jobs in my 60's. Guess who got the job? Crazy Ray.Ray Bradbury”