I'm not starting any fights. I might finish one though.

I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.

When I look out [the window] at the big houses on either side of the road, it's obvious we've entered the rich side of town. Poor people don't post signs like NO TRESPASSING, PRIVATE DRIVE, PRIVATE PROPERTY, MONITORED BY CAMERA SURVEILLANCE. I should know because I've been poor my entire life, and the only person I know who ever posted a sign like these is my friend...and he actually stole the sign off a rich guy's yard.

Oh, and just so you know, before we go out to the field we all get into a huddle and yell 'Go Queers!' really loud.

I wish I could turn back time, but I can't. I made a stupid decision because I thought I was invincible, and I'll pay for it the rest of my life.

This is a team of gay dudes, isn't it?" What gave it away? The pink shirts, or half our team drooling over you?

The end of one thing is just the beginning of another.