I refrained most times, only dabbling here and there. I refused to become the clichéd rock star addicted to coke before he’d even become famous. I was going to wait until I could afford rehab to need it.
“Did you want to … maybe … if you need an ear—” “You look about as willing as a hooker facing a fifteen-inch cock.” Soren’s forehead scrunches. “I don’t know what that means. Would a hooker like that or not?” “That’s way too big.”
“Yeah, well, anyone with eyes would be able to tell that I’m in love with you now, you … you … I’ll use language your Canadian ass will understand, you big, dumb hoser!”
