“Maybe some, but I got over it quick. A few beers, maybe some vodka and sex with someone was all I ever needed. You’re my friend. And bub, really? Damon tamed her, you should have seen her before all that. Her and I used to tear shit up. But then between Damon and both of us having kids, it all calmed down. How is she my Damon? I already have one Damon in my life, I do not need two. You’ve done a lot more right than just DJ, give yourself some more damn credit than that.”
“You could have easily said I was a slam piece that you liked visiting on the weekends, but friend is fine too. I mean, the better way to put it would be Damon’s my Brae. The family that sees the good in you. Seriously, what more have I done right except DJ? Come on now. My son will always be my greatest creation.”
"Could have, but then that would give you reasons to call me an ass or maybe hold out on me. And nobody wants that. Okay, that makes sense. I think. Does he also irritate you to no end and refuse to help give the sex talk? Because Brae does that. You're one of the only ones of us who actually went to college and graduated, that's a hell of an accomplishment. And you're the only one who knows about, you know what, and actually help me out. Of course he is, just like Landon is mine. But that doesn't take away the fact that I'm still the record holder of the longest car surf in Lima or the biggest badass in McKinley history. And I'm damn sure still the sex god I always was, which you know all about."
