“Don’t you see? If you’re an average fellow, you know exactly when to use your boots. A man can keep track of three pairs of boots. Life is simple when you have three pairs of boots. But Our Wife…Kayla claims she has forty different pairs of boots at home. Forty pairs, can you imagine that?”
“Forty pairs,” Nick repeated, shaking his head. “Forty bloody pairs. And, they aren’t all the same kind of boots either. There is a pair for each outfit, and a dozen pairs in different styles that will match any number of half your outfits. You have boots for Ralph, boots for Drexel, and boots for normal people. You have boots for cocaine binges and boots for arrests, boots for doing cocaine and boots for sniffing galaxy gas. You have bloody shoes that you wear only when you’re walking to the cuck chair! The Bull used to complain that I didn’t have a pair to wear to the cuck chair at night!”