"And yet, totally justifiable from a pregnant woman who's been insulted. A lot more acceptable than knives," he answered, laughing.
"I most certainly don't suck." Especially now that he was barely speaking to Mike, sucking was not part of any pleasant activity done during his free time. "I'm sure we have an uncle who's very excited about this baby. We can drop it off with G and pick him up when he's house trained," he joked... maybe.
"I didn't mind it when I was little. Playing with my friends was fun. Rehearsing Bach for an hour daily was a fucking pain in the ass. Let me tell you, I was never as happy as the day we moved on from Bach." He snorted. "Sorry, I never wrote romantic songs about anyone. Or any type of songs. I wasn't interested in being an artist. Playing always get you more girls, especially the guitar, which is the entire reason for me trying. Then I realized that I had girls with or without the music and decided that football, charm and money would be great substitute for talent."