"It struck me somewhere along our journey up the river that at that moment all of my life had been leading up to this. To Jacob, who brought me three-thousand miles from home to show me his place, to the field with God’s blessed mushrooms, and to this river, this holy place."
"We’re all looking at the six foot gay man in purple booty shorts prancing around, all jolly like some prized pony, his testicles bouncing around precariously in the thin fabric, jewels threatening to break out of their packaging. "
"I look out at the caked dirt and see the heat rising in invisible waves in front of me and remember an old folktale of a coyote and a spider."
"The rage inside of him was coddled and his feelings began to fade away."