Anything Was Better Than Nothing. Half-full Was

He's Got The Whole Bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption Thing Going On, But The Catch Is, Most Bad Boys Don't Want Redemption. They Like Being Bad. They Like The Power They Get From Striking Fear And Panic Into The Hearts Of Mothers Everywhere

Listen, Patch, I Don’t Want To Be Rude, But—” “sure You Do.” “well, You Started It!” Lovely. Very Mature.

You Laugh, But You Haven't Seen Me In A Tux. Or Maybe You Don't Like Broad-shouldered Guys With Muscular Chest And Washboard Abs?

Cooking Isn’t Taught,” Patch Said. “it’s Inherent. Either You’ve Got It Or You Don’t. Like Chemistry. You Think You’re Ready For Chemistry?” I Pressed The Knife Down Through The Tomato; It Split In Two, Each Half Rocking Gently On The Cutting Board. “you Tell Me. Am I Ready For Chemistry?” Patch Made A Deep Sound I Couldn’t Decipher And Grinned.

Rollover Minutes Don’t Work With Curfews.