Off Season

Black coffee's a lot like whiskey, you know? All devil and no trimmin's. Always liked my sins pure and take it as it comes.

Fighting for your life is a fucking ball. As long as you didn’t get slaughtered.

Friendship and sex were really all she wanted from men these days.

She had always given too much of her life over to relationships, and they’d never quite worked out. Now she was simplifying her life in favor of her career. It gave her a sense of control to watch herself succeeding, and a great deal of satisfaction.

To her eyes, used to diversity, there was a troubling uniformity about them all, something that spoke of isolation, and a dull and thoughtless cruelty.

It was strange how, when there was nothing else in your life, sex was everything.