Standing on tiptoes, I reached for the rigid blue plastic casing of my Battleship game and pulled it down from the top shelf of my bedroom closet. I snapped open the cover and withdrew the three-inch pipe and sealed Baggie of marijuana stashed in the compartments that once housed aircraft carriers and destroyers. Stuffing the contraband in the front pocket of my cutoffs and throwing on a Dr. Zog's Sex Wax T-shirt, I traipsed out the back door and followed the trail through the dunes to the surf.
-- from p. 53 of Rob Thomas' Rats Saw God, Simon Pulse, 1996.
OH MY GREAT GREASY GOD THIS BOOK PLEASES ME
Q. Do I love this book enough?
A. No. No, I do not. I could love it more - I know it. But I'm waiting to buy my own copy. What I'd like to do this library copy is unseemly and possibly un-American.