Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Gina. You were my dream. You’ve always been my dream. Don’t you see? You were always more important to me than baseball – than anything.

“What kind of work do you do,” I asked.“Promise you won’t laugh?”“Promise.”“I’m …”

“One day comes after another and another and pretty soon you realize that yester…”

“The pimple is perfect.”

“Show me the contract.”