" Damn it, don’t you have any decent music in this house?
Be right back, I’m getting my iPod out of my truck.”
“I keep a loaded shotgun under this couch, Toby, and I’m
bringing it out if I hear Michael Bolton. And this isn’t a house. It’s a
small tin can.”
Toby grumbled. “Why the hate, dude? That man’s voice is
beautiful. I’m telling you, if he showed up at my door singing a ballad,
I’d give him anything he wanted without blinking an eye. My social
security number, where I keep the hidden house key, the secret ending
to The Crying Game, anything.”
“If I pretend to be deaf, will it get me out of a continued
discussion about whiny singers? And does my sister know about this
sick obsession of yours? ’Cause I imagine the best thing about your
taste in music is all the money you save on buying condoms.”
“Fine. But I don’t want to hear your head-banging crap, so no
music. "
― Cardeno C. , Wake Me Up Inside (Mates, #1)