Oh. That. Look, that was a time long time ago.
That’s not going to happen this time. I’m clean. I just want to have a nice dinner here with my girlfriend.

What a strange world this was, that I could come here to lose everything about myself, and instead lose everything but me. It was possible that I’d thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God’s fence. It would be, after all, a divinely ironic punishment to watch me learn to care and then destroy the things I cared about.

Not dead-dying. Funny how two things could be so similar and yet so far apart

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.

I'd learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space

I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quite.