You don't look so hot, Adrien." "Yeah, well I'm having a bad heart day." His upper lip curled in a semblance of a smile. "Tell me about it.

He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.

The battle rages eternal, though the race, religion, gender or sexual orientation of those discriminated against changes regularly. Maybe man’s need for a scapegoat is genetically programmed into him.

Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.

I’m not going to let go of you. I’m going to hold you all night. So go ahead and feel whatever you feel. If you’re still craving cocaine, go ahead. You’re safe. You can crave it all you want, but I won’t let go, and if you still feel like you can’t trust yourself in the morning, and it’s what you want, I’ll drive you to rehab myself. Okay?" ~ Max

Cops before breakfast.Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.

Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.