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320 pages, Hardcover
First published July 16, 2024
"Just never occurred to me too often we could be killed. I mean, you're you and I'm me, and we have been through some serious shit. Nearly died but have always come out of things okay. Now I think about what we're doing and think maybe we won't come out okay."
"Life has gotten too heavy. It weighs on me when I lay down. Thought I'd come here and see the sunrise. I haven't seen one for about as long as I haven't slept. You'd think being awake so much, I'd see one, but I haven't. I didn't know I was missing seeing one until lately. I intend to see one this morning. Sun should rise where I'm looking. There's nothing in the way of my view besides memories.
"I'm not in the mood, baby," she said.
"That's all right," I said. "Could you get in the mood?"
"Yep," Brett said. "Poor Pete. I feel sorry for him. About all he ever did was raise the temperature in a room."
... Vanilla repositioned herself. The way she moved was raw sexuality seasoned with hot sauce and pepper.
Brett gave me the side-eye, and I tried to think about cats, but that didn't lead to a good place either, so I thought about tacos, but that wasn't working for sure, and so I thought about a nice quiet place by the beach with me under a tree and the wind blowing and Brett holding a gun to my head, and that almost worked.