“Why are you here?” Rob asked. “Because we have to play a sport; it’s required,” Truman replied. “Okay, so play it, don’t just fuck around.” “I’m not fucking around.” “You’re not making it hard.” Truman didn’t know what that meant.… — Jeff Hobbs Copy Share Image
“Friendship, in this community, was simple: it meant being there. Friendship necessitated no pride, no projection of having your shit together if you didn’t,… — Jeff Hobbs Copy Share Image
“...he wondered how a person as bright and deserving as Rob Peace could have made the choices, beginning on the night of that banquet,… — Jeff Hobbs Copy Share Image
“Why are you here?” Rob asked. “Because we have to play a sport; it’s required,” Truman replied. “Okay, so play it, don’t just fuck… — Jeff Hobbs Copy Share Image
