“I tell you, Mazie, I’m done with this shit. Three times! Three times shit like this has happened to me. First Alan, then Troy, now fuckin’ Rick!”
“Isn’t the third time supposed to be a charm?”
Br’er snorted, “More like a hex you mean. I tell you, Maze, I’m done! Done with this romantic love nonsense.”
“What will you do?” Mazie asked as she shrugged her shoulders and petted Mickey.
“I don’t know,” Br’er said as he flopped back against the back of the couch. “Find someplace where you can get your rocks off without having to worry about a relationship or falling in love. It’s too stressful to give your heart to someone and then have it stepped on. Maybe I’ll become a monk or something.” 3