They didn’t care, which was too bad because I thought everyone should care that I fucked Perry last night and fucked her good. Perhaps I needed to get an airplane to write that in the sky. I knew an auburn-haired snatchslinger who needed to see it.

“Who the hell is Old Roddy?” I said angrily. I was sick of feeling like I wasn’t…”

“He’s made me believe that I belong with him, with this kind of life, that this …”

“Saying goodbye to something or someone after that long of a time, even if it br…”

“You're a con artist. A liar. A thief. An unredeemable soul. You can't be reform…”