“What happened to you? (Sin)Was mistaken for a punching bag again. But what the hell, I’m used to it. (Xypher)”
“How do you know about Boy George? (Jesse)I was in hell, Jesse. What do you think they used to torture me with? Bad pop songs. (Xypher)”
“Fine. I’m a Skotos (Xypher)That means what? You have toe jam? (Simone)”
“Man? What man? I thought it was a punching bag!”
“You can't imagine how hard it is to come home from hell and be expected to pick up the threads of a life. Apply for jobs, go to a factory, punch in, punch out. Put your lunch in a bag and get on the omnibus every day. Like nothing happened. Nothing.”
“Before we had left for Charleston, I had been shoved—hard—by and unseen spirit wreaking havoc in our house. I had been hurt, but it wasn’t nearly as serious as what had happened in Ohio.I tried to smile. “I guess I’m just a paranormal punching-bag.”