Status Updates From Stark wie Stein

stop don’t end i’ll die

good

very good

este cabron

Not the back to back meddling fuck these old people

if this isn’t foreshadowing

“Thankfully, you catch better than you throw,” Mikey teased. “Your contract would be worth about a buck fifty if you were a quarterback instead of wide receiver.”

as long as Eddie was in good hands with the right medical care, there was no reason to interrupt the game. Fretting at his bedside could wait. Those were his exact words. Mikey understands that. He understands there’s nothing Coach can do to help him in a hospital. He’s no doctor.

He was a hugger with a great big belly and strong arms. He smelled like fried onions mixed with coffee, and it was like getting a hug from the diner itself.

Sprinkle some nutmeg in your oatmeal. Helps with tissue damage.

I thought he muttered something about spending five years in a bath and only now realizing I was wet.

“That’s not how love works,” he said. “If you love someone, you don’t set them free like a damned butterfly. You chain them to your bed and use your mouth to convince them to stay.”