In retrospect Hank I don't know why I spent four years writing this book when I could have just made a hit sing-a-ma-jig album.

“Thanks for not trying to see me when I looked like hell.”“To be fair, you still…”

“Okay,” he said. “I gotta go to sleep. It’s almost one.” 
“Okay,” I said.
 “Okay…”

“Hey, guys, do you remember that time I was double-seat-belted in the wayback an…”

“My stomach sank. JP had come so close. His immigrant parents had sacrificed so …”