Ginger Geo

“At some point all of this is going to catch up with me,” I said.

“What is?”

“Gay, boyfriend, job loss, career in the toilet, gay, criminals in my house, criminals in my bed.”

“You said the gay thing twice.”

“It deserves double billing.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“Whiskey, glass, pour, toss back, glare. Repeat. “Cop out,” I slurred in retaliation, pointing the empty glass at Peter.
“Don’t get drunk. Fuck. I need you sober,” he yelled, snatching the glass out of my hand.
“There’s the problem right there. You need me sober. You need my help. You need something from me.” I laughed, tossing the bottle on the sofa, ignoring the glug glug glug as it emptied over my cushions. “And I just need you.”
“Need me to what?” He asked with a huff, tipping the bottle right-side up.
“Nothing. I just need you,” I whispered and flopped into a nearby recliner.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“Your daughter is gay? Where are all these gay people coming from? Gay friends. Gay daughters of friends. Gay sisters-in-law. Gay suspects. I ask one guy for a kiss and suddenly I’m living in Ancient Greece.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“Out of curiosity, when do I grow up and become a fullfledged
man with a penis?”
“When words like ‘hump day’ don’t make you giggle like a
twelve-year-old,” he retorted, blowing smoke my way.
“Wow, that long?”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass