Anyone who wasn't half-stoned on pain meds would have instantly realized what a really bad idea this plan was, but since that didn't include me, I didn't worry about it.

A pause followed my greeting. Then “We’re watching you ” whispered the voice on the other end. “Yeah? Did you see what I did with my keys? ” Silence. Then dial tone. These younger demons. So easily discouraged.

The problem with a life spent reading is you know too much.

You're kind of a smart ass when you're not flat on your face.

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

He went through the cupboards, found the olive oil, and started upstairs again. He glanced down at the green and gold label and had to bite back a laugh at the words Extra Virgin. That about summed it up.

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