Want coffee?' I asked, as I headed that way.'It's three thirty in the morning.'Okay. Want coffee?

In that one, they'd done their darnedest to destroy Riley's Switch. This time, instead of two-by-fours and tire irons, they seemed a little more focused on choke holds and knees to the face. Their desire to be close to each other was sweet.

I think the first draft is so challenging because that elusive BALANCE is so challenging.

Why do you suppose I’m here?” I asked him. Angel. A thirteen-year-old departed gangbanger. “Just ’cause you’re supposed to be, I guess.

My goal in life is to have a psychiatric disorder named after me.