A Drink This Good Deserves One's Best

You Just Gotta Tell Her, Man,’ I Said. ‘you Just Gotta Say, “angela, I Really Like You, But There’s Something You Need To Know: When We Go To My House And Hook Up, We’ll Be Watched By The Twenty-four Hundred Eyes Of Twelve Hundred Black Santas.

As I Recall, You Promised To Call When You Finished The Book, Not Text.

It Is So Hard To Leave-until You Leave.

You Have A Choice In This World, I Believe, About How To Tell Sad Stories, And We Made The Funny Choice.

But That Part Of Us Greater Than The Sum Of Our Parts Cannot Begin And Cannot End, And So It Cannot Fail