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180 pages, Paperback
First published April 2, 2014
“Us three. Most people’d say that just the idea of it was fucked-up. And I’m not talking ’bout the gay part. Folks’d say that love was meant for two. That huggin’ and kissin’ and holdin’ each other and shit was meant for two, not for three.”
“It’s us three now. We’ll figure it out.”


“It’s not just what happened today. It’s every day… nobody gets me there. I don’t fit in at Benjamin Franklin High.”
Any more than Wendy fits in with the Lost Boys….
Or Clay Aiken fits in at a Metallica concert….
Or Grey Poupon mustard fits in a peanut butter sandwich….
Or… well, face it, I could go on forever, but I thought I’d spare the effort and stop there.
I’m no talker, not that I’m some wise old owl who sits up there in the oak tree watchin’ and thinkin’ and figurin’ shit out. Not him either. I’m just the smart motherfucker who’s already put it together that the shit hits the fan way the fuck less when I keep my goddamned trap shut. And I learned my lesson the friggin’ toughest way possible…
So yeah, you’re right-—sometimes you need to stand up and shut it down when you see this kind of crap going on. But, besides not wanting those girls to start slinging their shit at me, I felt sort of stuck in the middle, you know? The girls go to all of the parties I go to, and one of them, the leader of the pack, Liz, is dating Jake. How am I supposed to put her in her place when she’s my best pal’s girlfriend?