Think God’s got bigger concerns in his house than me droppin’ the f-bomb, sweetcheeks.

“I’ve moved on, Colt.”“Bullshit, Feb, you’re stuck, same as me.”

“A year ago, I was too busy thinkin' about how lucky I was that someone as beaut…”

“That night, it wasn’t Dobie Gray,” I whispered. “It was this song. It was Ella …”

“Any one of those boys wanted to push me around, I’d say bring it on. Hell, I’d …”