You don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don’t.
BARRY LYGAYou don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don’t.
BARRY LYGAAnd I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.
BARRY LYGAHe moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he’s tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend’s hair. Ever.
BARRY LYGAAnd what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? ‘Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I’ll just take them with me…. Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?
BARRY LYGAYou can’t rely on love. Love will let you down every time. Every. Single. Time. I don’t love Jecca. I don’t love Fanboy. But… God, the buts in life will kill you absolutely every time, won’t they. I don’t love. But I need. I can admit that to myself.
BARRY LYGAJosh Mendel has a secret. Unfortunately, everyone knows what it is.
BARRY LYGAAnd my parents made me want i am. So what? We get stuff from our parents, but we also get stuff from the world around us. From people around us. And at the end of the day, we’re us.
BARRY LYGALook, my dad has a saying – we’ll burn that bridge when get to it. OK? You get it? Worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
BARRY LYGAIt’s a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.
BARRY LYGA(Man, I wish life had emoticons, you know? So that when your dad pisses you off you could like click a mental button or something and just show him one of those rolleyes. That would rock) Anyway.
BARRY LYGAUnreal. I’m feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.
BARRY LYGAWe can know what love is. It´s adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure Love. Love without compromise or distraction.
BARRY LYGAYes,” Howie said solemnly. “I can teach you how to be more ‘street’”. “For God’s sake…” “Or is it ‘urban’? I can’t remember. Anyway, I can teach you, grasshopper. Or hip-hopper.
BARRY LYGAThis is why I forgive, but I don’t forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn’t mean anything anymore.
BARRY LYGAA river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.
BARRY LYGASee, forgiveness doesn’t happen all at once. It’s not an event – it’s a process.
BARRY LYGA