He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.

I was adrift in a sea of questions and if answers were lifeboats, I was in imminent danger of drowning.

Dishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It's hard enough to communicate when you're telling the truth.

Punch me." "Don't be absurd." "Come on, punch me, Barrons." "I'm not punching you." "I said, punch--OW!" He decked me.

Procrastinating is number three on my Stupid List. You still end up exactly where you didn't want to be, doing exactly what you didn't want to do, withe the only difference being that you lost all that time in between, during which you could have been doing something fun. Even worse, you probably stayed in a stressed-out, crappy mood the whole time you were avoiding it. If you know something is inevitable, do it and get it over with. Move on. Life is short.

I'll never get laid trying to keep you safe. You're a train wreck on steroids.

Life's not linear at all. It happens in lighting flashes. So fast you don't see those lay-you-out cold moments coming at you until you're Wile E. Coyote, steamrolled flat as a pancake by the Road Runner, victim of your own elaborate schemes.