Anywhere can be dangerous. Get yourself a vagina for a day, B, and then we can talk.

Time heals small wounds.

Honestly, though, it's getting lonely being stuck in the middle.

Parents seem to collect pain. They never seem to get rid of the original complaints completely, they just get new ones that become more urgent. It’s kind of like Tetris. When you’re young you can make the shapes slip in right and tight and they make a line, then disappear. But when you get old, the shit comes at you faster and faster and you can’t stop it stacking up. Then your grid’s full and you’re finished.

Your pussy is a fruit that I wanna juiceYour pussy is a fruit that I wanna juice, yeahPut the molly in the booty, girl, we turning up tonightCos that pussy is a smoothie it know how to do me right.

You win some, you lose most. But you do win some.

I think you may have taken a different drug to your buddies, though,’ Naya says, and points at the bulging mound in my crotch. ‘You’re a bit too young for the blue pill.

Damn right!’ Jimmy clicks his fingers. ‘That’s right, Bonesy. It’s like how I’m not arrogant, I really am just that good. I’m special.